Lyrics:
my lines
Fuck falling in line
I'm always on grind
I'm one of a kind
Since day one had no one but I
No one ever believed in me shit
So now I'mma show em
of RL Stine
I started feeding my addiction
Memorising rhymes
Like Betty Botter bought a bit of bitter butter
And she put it in her batter and it made her
my nose be slammed in rhythms
Ion kno I'm locked in rn, fr
heem soon man. If you don't know bout the lingo get in tune man.
ZaydKH bruh. It's The K
it
Yo the education of the Lon chicka Lonnie Lynn
Began, began with time
Being my bloodline is one with the divine
In time brother, you will
Name a nigga who can keep up with me
Cause I cannot at all, yeah
Knees on the ground and my hands in the air
When I pray for my family and friends
continue to make that two bucks change
'Cause I had to make those lames change so I could play in the game
By Dig Dugging their resting places in the dirt
a buck
Cause I don't give a fuck
If you think my flow sucks
Or I forget to rhyme
My time to shine
When I switch up the grind in the blink of an eye
Cause I
21 years and the man above he's still protecting me
But if I should die before I wake Lord let me rest in peace
Let my legacy live on through all my
on for the heat
Kinda bad if you ask me
I'm kinda rad
My bitches pink
I'm in a jag don't watch the speed
He opp he told
He watching me
I never had to wash
learningfield before, nursery I got to the bus
Working on my own with others, now I'm carrying my cross
Born in November 2-4, I'm a Sagittarius
I don't fuck
sitting still, I see poor 2 geese like that ponds in Brazil
But what if I fail..what if I lose, what if my what ifs are all I consume..what if I
B-boy mc mic in my right hand
I do what I does so follow my lead
My words mean something yours hollow indeed
Rhythm to the rhyme I rhyme to the rhythm
and stole my wallet
He was prolly scared he had to leave all my belongs
I can't even sweat because it's W's in my faucet
I can even sweat cause I profit from
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
That be scattering
Over the global my vocals be traveling unraveling my abdomen
It's slime
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Alright, I got a bunch problems throbbing in my noggin that ain't stopping me
You pooping slugs from your glock on your block I'm staring killing sprees
But I'll put politics in rap
Do the math
This is Al Gore Rhythm
This crew rapping at the back of Al's Store Rhythm
I'm the truth on a mic
Lyrics bag
Kick the same rhymes, play the same games
To watch my back, but ain't no vics here
Bring in the new--that tune was last year
In strode the baby brother,
in by the day
Nike checks on me, I don't got a sponsorship
If they don't run with us, then we don't talk to em
We just been working, it's really our
Napa
So I savor and don’t wait for the next chapter
The stressed is drowned out by the laughter in Napa
So po’ some mo’ rosé in my glass bruh
to off mode
This would become my new nightly religion
Jittery heart in Chicago
I was hatin’ my living
Got me fucked up in my circadian rhythm
Please save
claims to be baddest
With my spiritual lyrical dramatical
Ramificational swift rhythm
But if you riff I be slamming
Your vision to the brick wall
As soon
Best love I ever had was this world when it was new
Back in nineteen-seventy all the way to eighty-two
Things were heavenly around the town where I
little baby
Chilling in the nursery
Now I'm sipping wine
On a flight out to Germany
While my friends are celebrating
Wedding anniversaries
Wondering if
what I just did
It's been with me since I was a kid
Nursery rhymes instilled
Along came a spider, sat down beside her
And whispered in her ear
If
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