[Intro]
Shyea!
I told you this shit was easy, man
I want silence for this one
Shh, aight
[Verse 1]
Every beat that is given to me
I flip on like an acrobat, 'cause I'm mad when I'm told
That a whack ass rapper's stacking the dough
When his Cadillac is passing my road
I'll smash that glass wit' a hatchet I hold
You get asthma attack when you're jacking my flow
This black-on-black so fashionable
Every rap is crack, got that for the low
"Man, I'm tired of this kid
He doesn't even have bars, he can just rap fast"
He-he-he, yo
Who are you kidding? The future you witnessed
The fruits of my labor are food for the village, no room for assistance
They say the body is the temple, I body musical gimmicks
So that's my newest religion, confusing the thinking of Jews and the Christians
No lunatic can just assume my position
No lucrative business can ruin my vision
What I institute's on YouTube in an instant
When I'm introduced, I chuck the deuce to your interests (Let's go!)
Fuck your opinion, I got homework and stuff
My physics teacher is a babe, I gotta get that shit over and done
See it in your eyes, you rappers nervous when Token'll come
Hands so sweaty, they can't even hold any grudge (They don't give a damn)
Middle finger to anyone trying to control me
My team isn't big, but we handling everything, people around me can see I'm a business man
But I don't rock a suit with a tie, I keep it minimal
Only suspender I know is my middle school principal
Forming these syllables — sort of a ritual
You're more normal and typical than brainstorms formed by Jersey Shore's whores
With poor morals and principles
I adore gore, therefore, absorb more horrorcore war than corporals and generals (Wow)
They just know I'm focused
Ironic, how my train of thought has loco-motives (Oh shit)
If that's over your head, then hold the phone, kid
I've got them yelling ("Holy smokes!") like Catholics at the Vatican when the pope is chosen (Woah! Shh. Woah!)
I do it with ease
But I've been working my ass off since I was new in my teens
And to anybody who say I'm only buzzing 'cause I'm young
You're just mad that you're an adult and you still can't do it like me
I see the jealousy up in you
Look at your hate in the comments, I see the low self-esteem up in you
I see you making like any comparison, barely with evidence
Sneaking around like you really ain't dissing me, but I see the enemy up in you
Then I realized
Shyea!
I told you this shit was easy, man
I want silence for this one
Shh, aight
[Verse 1]
Every beat that is given to me
I flip on like an acrobat, 'cause I'm mad when I'm told
That a whack ass rapper's stacking the dough
When his Cadillac is passing my road
I'll smash that glass wit' a hatchet I hold
You get asthma attack when you're jacking my flow
This black-on-black so fashionable
Every rap is crack, got that for the low
"Man, I'm tired of this kid
He doesn't even have bars, he can just rap fast"
He-he-he, yo
Who are you kidding? The future you witnessed
The fruits of my labor are food for the village, no room for assistance
They say the body is the temple, I body musical gimmicks
So that's my newest religion, confusing the thinking of Jews and the Christians
No lunatic can just assume my position
No lucrative business can ruin my vision
What I institute's on YouTube in an instant
When I'm introduced, I chuck the deuce to your interests (Let's go!)
Fuck your opinion, I got homework and stuff
My physics teacher is a babe, I gotta get that shit over and done
See it in your eyes, you rappers nervous when Token'll come
Hands so sweaty, they can't even hold any grudge (They don't give a damn)
Middle finger to anyone trying to control me
My team isn't big, but we handling everything, people around me can see I'm a business man
But I don't rock a suit with a tie, I keep it minimal
Only suspender I know is my middle school principal
Forming these syllables — sort of a ritual
You're more normal and typical than brainstorms formed by Jersey Shore's whores
With poor morals and principles
I adore gore, therefore, absorb more horrorcore war than corporals and generals (Wow)
They just know I'm focused
Ironic, how my train of thought has loco-motives (Oh shit)
If that's over your head, then hold the phone, kid
I've got them yelling ("Holy smokes!") like Catholics at the Vatican when the pope is chosen (Woah! Shh. Woah!)
I do it with ease
But I've been working my ass off since I was new in my teens
And to anybody who say I'm only buzzing 'cause I'm young
You're just mad that you're an adult and you still can't do it like me
I see the jealousy up in you
Look at your hate in the comments, I see the low self-esteem up in you
I see you making like any comparison, barely with evidence
Sneaking around like you really ain't dissing me, but I see the enemy up in you
Then I realized
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