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Young inspiring Yeah Yo Knucks this is nice fam Heavy Look, look I be sleeping in the studio, see me in the booth late 'bout to hit the corner shop, re-up on some toothpaste Where the fucks my toothbrush? Where the fucks my almond milk? Tell me that I lost the way, feeling like i found myself Made an E.P in four hours, mixed it down as well All these niggas making excuses, the game is ruthless Shit I used to stay with the shooters and play computers Call of Duty or FIFA with a queue of the reefa Aretha Franklin to the game, put respect on my name They envy like Charlamagne, shit was never the same See, my flow is so mature, focused on the tour Need a wife and kids but I open and close the door, she so confused I know her views I know her flaws but I don't know her well enough to put career mode on pause Childish but I'm stylish, they love and hate at the same time And I'm proud of this counter rap with this counterfeit Niggas ain't touching me, the flow is crazy, these lyrics are fucking bee They be spitting like Honey G No flows, no concepts, no hope, no content They say the same thing, ask J, my flows complex Lennox Lewis we getting to it so records like Blacker Dread I don't know why the fed pursuing SongtexteLegends like Fela Kuti, this movie is special viewing Play Man on the Moon, just hoping Cudi gets better soonish, I need that nigga I've been sleeping in the studio, I don't really do rave Yeah I'm up and coming but I run it like I'm Usain Brush the green dust up off my duvet Smooth yout I'll leave them niggas screwing like I finished all the Kool-Aid They all looking at me like yo you changed, who says? Like I sold my soul to get a few plays Out here for a few days, I ain't really round them because they two faced I take care cause they too fake like a toupe Hold up Let me get something to roll up Had to grab the chip up off my shoulder Understand mandem think their nang, but they be outchea moving vulgar You're shit mate, I'll use your mixtape as a coaster It's Kosher, out here doing what I'm suppose ta Do it for the music and the culture Nicole asked why I never come around to chill no more, I told her don't start I just pay them visits then I tick them off the rota No sleeping in the studio, I'm living out my movie role My model ting does runway, she still got a booty though The way I piece my words so subtle, you're looking puzzled I punched the riddim so hard, I swear I bruk my knuckle I think I should start stressing less, need to give my head a rest I'm giving niggas credit checks the way I come to debt collect Leave us alone ah, 0% interest New faces round me I should focus on who I'm with less Writing a new E.P while I'm facetiming with my princess I could walk a thousands miles in six steps All these family ties I'm surprised I ain't got six shots up in my wig yet Re-up on that church to get my sins blessed, amen Come thru' smell like amen If it Bonkz or Knucks I don't rate them ...And I don't blame him Rappers either pants or they paigons Feel like they rapping for the bants or the ratings I made it happen, it got patterned I'm old school like mosh patterns and moshpits with Snoop Dogg rapping I'm Dot Branning, probably throwing shade if I'm not spazzin' They probably kill me in the same whip they shot Pac in I don't need Suge Knight with me, I'm good in my city Surprise these youts ain't got ass, pussy and tittys I swear they funny look like Yung Filly and White Yardie Next summer tie bandaners and ride Harleys We just unpredictable, sametime unfuckwittable ...Same time I be at the grape vine just to pick the fruit Ain't a lot of guys that I listen to They know I'm in the house but they all want to take me out like I'm their wisdom tooth Where you been at man? I've been the truth They weren't with me working on the low but wanna show up to the interviews They don't understand Knucks but now I gotthem looking for the key like they in the handcuffs I've got them in my hands cuz I don't wanna hear top five debates We all know where we stand and I ain't got time to waste And I'm not tryna to play I'ma kill it this year, I need six figures this year I see these spitters are scared You're way down in the leaderboards in the double digits I said forgive when I'm famous now I'm famous and unforgiving The flow is unorthodox Funny how they answer every time I call the shots I supply like the corner shop Shit, see I was living in hell I hit the corner set up shop like I'm Mr. Patel ...Put shit on my scales to sell, I was lickin' them sells Dark Knights like it was Christian Bale Distanced myself, I'm finding my faith cause I've been [?] about rage But I'm ready to takeoff like my flight been delayed But righting my ways because they ain't no right in my ways They try stab you in your back and then they smile in your face Breakfast at Tiffany's we spend a day with your girl Fuck your couch bitch I'm David Chapelle Who's the champ blud? We taking your belts The beat stays in it's cell We ain't got no competition we just aim for ourself My mind on overtime, I'm thinking about the time I was overthinking I look around and these are all the niggas I raise my drinks with One time raise a toast to all the killers in the building Come from blocks, just the foundations that were built with Fuck fame Aus Songtexte Mania