New School (feat. Che Noir)

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The Basquiat of this speaking art
I'll humble you free of charge
I'm tryna drop classics before I peak the charts
The style is thorough, I reach your heart
Then I leave my mark
On everything, like a pissy puppy
But you can't help to love me
I want my money unhealthy
I need my pockets chubby
Need reactions ugly in studios when I'm dropping something
You'll see the smoke from a mile away every time I cook up
That way niggas know that I'm coming like I'm Benny the Butcher
You try to hide the real you but this ain't a masquerade
You can't escape the fade, this the proving grounds where the gods are made
The odds were laid, but I never strayed
Like a crooked shot
I know my shit is hot, you won't reach the top
Til the cost is paid
It takes dinero to be El Chapo
You get me Vato?
Moving wrong will still f*ck you up
Like a Henny bottle
Seen plenty problems, the will to solve em
Usually comes with the urge to make a dollar
No wonder a few be moving product
I break it down to a professional science
My arrival was impeccable timing
Some would say it's inspiring
I bring the heat like I'm brandishing iron
And every rapper is a target, hit the studio
In the booth and start firing
My niggas told me the sky is the limit
So I booked a one way ticket to the top
I'll be there in a minute
We working hard tryna add up the digits
My time is money, down to pennies,
If you owe me, the cost is specific
This ain't just classic, it also prolific
To be young and so gifted
Set my sights, I aimed, and then struck with a vengeance
I forget shit way harder than what these rappers write
That's why I be confused when y'all gassin' dudes who ain't half as nice
Feeling like the leaders of the new school
Y'all niggas tryna play by new rules
Your record sales don't mean you nice
Y'all spitting verses y'all ain't write
But that's alright cuz everything is bout to change soon
Them hard nights I remember the screams
Gun shots, niggas gon bleed
Bullets stole your soul, these triggers is thieves
Scarred so much from the people I've laid to rest that I sit up to sleep
So my only friend, was liquor and weed
City of lust, full of titties and butts
We throw hundreds, fifties in clubs them boys with me is Trust
My main job was flipping cash to get rich as these trumps
In my free time, I rap circles 'round niggas, leave em dizzy for months
Ran up a hundred, and I didn't try a scam
Spent half, took the other half and hid inside the sand
All I did was put the work in, had to vent and write a plan
And kept a close circle, shit was like a Venn diagram (Okay!)
I got Ace of Spades bottles on ice
Self made bars bitch I been a problem since nine
Built a team that's still as solid as ice
Grind and hit the top with a team who knows what the bottom feels like
Feeling like the leaders of the new school
Y'all niggas tryna play by new rules
Your record sales don't mean you nice
Y'all spitting verses y'all ain't write
But that's alright cuz everything is bout to change soon
No in between in this game, you hard or you bluffing
I came to body rappers and leave their heart barely pumping
Whoever think they better, we turn to ash then we dust em
Came to win and I got nothing but time like David Ruffin
They hating, but I know they'll be hot when my name is bubbling
These words I'm speaking'll make em mad like we playing the dozens
I speak the real you can't escape the substance
I can't fly with my pen and pad cuz all this dope won't make its way through customs
We staying solid, y'all niggas wack over great production
I'm smoking verses like weed you'd think it was laced with something
Don't break your neck the way the bass is thumping
You play this verse through the speakers at the party, the feds might raid the function
The rap annihilator, you step to me and shit'll get sticky like a thousand now or laters Attached to paper
I get mean with the rhyme schemes and the wild lines
I'm only 5'6 but I'm spitting like Royce Da 5'9
Feeling like the leaders of the new school
Y'all niggas tryna play by new rules
Your record sales don't mean you nice
Y'all spitting verses y'all ain't write
But that's alright cuz everything is bout to change soon

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