EBAYU (feat. Kris the $pirit)
YoungRose
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I'm feel like Flash McQueen Pick up the pace man I'm a rap machine It's hands up when I'm on the scene I got a monster in my body and he itching to scream And terrorize the rap scene like a submachine gun Quick son The rapper who makes niggas take quick runs Ain't talking street cred cuz my nigga I got none I really recommend the lifestyle with the big funds I'm tryna give my kids the easy life in the big sun I'm knighted by the finest in my city now you see why I ain't senile got the talent that could make the greatest piss on they self Ain't no reason why this album can't be put on the shelf Next to the Graduation albums Kanye made by himself Man I'm the next one Ain't no competition with me I'm the best son You could think that you're superior that's your right I will not step on ya toes I like to let these nigga dream that they could ever be Rose HA! I spit it like devil or omen I met him before he'll give your the world in your closed fist But god is involved My body is posessed They want me to ball The reason I'm so blessed they want me to fall I keep leading with those steps I'm a start a cult We the unruly ones, ain't nobody fault Truly, my spirit shooting through catapults We don't abide by your faulty binds and your crazy talk You want me lined I'm tryna buy the land that your trained me on To be slave with your little wages can't pay the bond Don't say I'm Satan I'm out the matrix I'm way beyond Still I'm spitting verses cause Jesus did it that baby born From the virgin Mary my spirit gliding through rainy storms I scraped the plate with the little portion to polo horses In a zone with the greatest rapper you niggas worship I found the source it's a child's pain when you can't afford it Everything that your mommy need my father divorces Or fatherless It made her cold so I'm prolly an orphan I pull the root from origin so give me the orchid Gimme flowers I want the garden I want the orchard I start recording go outter body I'm out of orbit They dropping bodies They want Bugatti's don't got a mortgage Making babies make baby mammas nobody wants em The systems failed Every nigga killed Somebody profits I tipped the scale they wont see me fail My vision clear I pin the tale on a bad bitch , no BBL Just a major donkey I'm Donkey Kong when she impaled BB Belts couldn't hold trousers round her Won't kiss and tell Don't press your luck My lil' cousin coming was sent to kill He spared the body, still strip a nigga like Chippendale She set you up then I wet her up with the Genital, bend it there All in a bitch mouth like dental care I pop shit This Biggie and Pac shit Your bitches is toxic Your videos not sick You're never the top 10 You copying all trends I'm probably a god send Not usher don't watch him
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Written by: Christian Gordon, Malik Robitaille-Seck
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