Still ganged up in the dojo
Bozo
Hot breathe, pass man a polo
They can talk shit but they can't match flows tho
Sayonara City, yeh I said you gotta go bro
Oh no
Pray for weak
Cos I'm done with the lessons
I don't wanna teach
I made an impression
I ain't gotta preach
I'm steady finessing, the rest at my f-f-f feet
Wait cut the beat, cos I can't believe it
Ref blew the whistle, he hating on me
I had to dismiss him, I told em' retreat
They saying good challenge
I tackled the beat
Then smack up the beat
Get sent off for the beat
Then I'm back on the beat
Went to the shard in a trackie and tee
Went on my ones cos I'm out here for me
Plus I don't like when they watching me eat
Come like the kingpin, I'm dining in peace
I know I sound crazy
I know I sound stupid
I know I be making mistakes when I speak
But when you're free
You sacrifice something to god
When he happened to make me this G'd up
It's weird how this rap got my P's up
Now theres a charge for the feature
To hop on a stage
Pick up a mic and I spray
Then blow the roof off of the place
They hitting my line
Saying it's weird that I changed
But really I still move the same
That's just the game
And really love it that way
Cos I get more space in the range
Plus you can't stay
And when it's looking that way
It means I ain't setting your plate
As a matter of fact
You don't want that
Smack the food off of the tray
I ain't ashamed
Shit I might do it again
Just so you really feel all the hate
Plus I would pay just for the look on your face
You're just some waste man
A man of the waste
So I'll leave it to fate
It's either that or a punch in the face
Chop life, but don't let it chop you
Cos the cut too deep
That's a nasty wound and
Tough luck, gotta a couple loose screws
I ain't really unscrewed
Just know that I do this
Don't appreciate you watching my movements
Guess I attract the attention of losers
Like your life's sad, you don't do shit
Just talk bare, just post pics
Just scrolling, just like memes
That's what I get for befriending a hypebeast
Cut ties cah we ain't on the same team
All the dead weight nearly gave me a brain bleed
Cah I'm tryna the big CE-O
Money when I freeroam
Stain my palms the green
Like the toys in a bucket, that's an army
High IQ, you can never charm me
Sis said "what's the mood?"
I asked her "do you ever feel like
For a second that's there's anybody watching you?"
I know it's convulded
Just interest in what you do
Well to you, it don't sound like a problem do it
Then they started screwing
Now they praying on your downfall
"Why?"
Cos they wanna see your pattern ruined
I'm daring them to do it
Now you've made yourself look super stupid
But I - but I - but I
Still keep a strict schedule
I keep my foot the pedal
If it wasn't for these medalling kids
I'd be better than
All the raps hall of fame residents
I don't make the law but I'm about to set a precedent
If you acting fishy, you get traded to the pelicans
And they ain't ate in weeks
So you'll be nothing but a skeleton
Aiming for perfection but I stumbled cross some elegance
Any move against me
Well thats purely to your detriment
We saw straight through you, holes in walls
It's D.N.D unless the money calls
These ladies get around me, play it cool
I style it out like backflips in a pool
Caught him lacking, decked him in the halls
Buss the door, I'm slapping out his juul
Count your blessings, they're your greatest tools
One eye on her and one eye on the ball
When times are tough I just think back to school
Like never work just common room and pool
One relay race I really smoked this fool
The guy was nice, I'm sorry that ain't cool
It's just when I'm in the mood, I can chat and it sounds rude
All I know is that I'm better left unsaid if it ain't true
Leave out details here and there, creepy niggas always crude
Imma-Imma make it hot in here, bring the lighter fluid
What I do is kinda magical I'm somewhat of a druid
I've become so self-aware that I'm constantly feeling lucid
Think covid gave me a sup-p-per powers
I can't tell seconds from minutes
I can't tell days from the hours
Most days I rapped in the shower
And now I'm climbing the tower
Ain't bout the money and power
All that will make a man sour
I keep my mind in the flowers, I keep these hands for a prick
Aware it's still your decision just know that I've never missed
I don't like raising my fist
Just get lost in the mist
Baby ghost in the bits
But I ain't moving no bricks
I ain't shooting at shit
I just look like the kid
I just look like the kid
I just look like the kid
I just look like the kid
I just look like the kid
I just look like the kid