Lyrics:
Now they moving my direction, a delay on the field
-The way I was built, swerving on the 110S
Where my peoples stay in the gutter like Oscar the grouch
telling me off, think it's high time
I'm finally gonna have you all hear my side
Yeah, yeah, I like to go by Highlighter
Spelled like that marker nobody
fanin my face, others give me grapes
By the grace of God, I was given the job
To run through the rap game like corn on the cob
So blessed in my test, I
like a grouch
Yes you got money drugs
Thinking you're better than me
But I really doubt it
You gon nothing about it (Bitch)
Write something I'm proud
on blinded, meaning can't see through me
He he he he he, these people make me laugh
The way they like to change up the past
So when you're there in class,
Say
Is he gonna do it “yes”
Who's he gonna use “me”
Am I gonna win “yes”
How he gonna do it “he’ll use my hands”
So tell them teach my hands to war
Help me to walk in your way
Help me to be a man who does what is right in your sight
As I sit at your feet
Teach me to see the world the way that you
ship (fuck that)
You're welcome, by the way
For sticking up for ya
If it weren't for me
You'd be outside
Sleeping under a foyeur (ho)
Before I got to you
oscar the grouch
The n is for niggas
A is for always
The s is for stayin
The a for ambitious
I do for my family
I got three children
They be the main
drop that top
Hittin the beach to get some wet summer slop
Well I ain't a rapper this a new track I'ma spit on
Me and Kappa K colab the next top summer
on the fence it shattered me
We could kiss under the sunset
(We could kiss under the sunset)
And I could teach you the ways to love
(Teach
with them switches
By my grandma
Now I handle all my dealings with this business
Nigga
Freshworks
It gets worse
You couldn't touch me with your best
the tax man, or the crook
Either way I don’t play by the book
Making my own rules, to break doors
When you play in my band we trade 5’s not 4’s
running by or don't catch me at all
tight, see me catching flights
At the international terminal, where you don't go
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped
And tripped by mic
Cutting brothers' hair as a means of staying alive
If it wasn't for the rhythm
I think we would have given up by now
This system has gotten the best
Cutting brothers' hair as a means of staying alive
If it wasn't for the rhythm
I think we would have given up by now
This system has gotten the best
pressing me like time
Rhymes is just illusions
A world in confusion
A dream of revolution
These reflections like mine in the puddle of life
Skip rocks,
Hate me
Break me
Oh you wanna play me?
Hate me
Break me
Oh you wanna play me?
Living like GTA
Life's going my way
Won't give my heart away
Blew
Through our own company's
that are headed
By our own fuckin' homies
Nobody owns me
My mom named me Corey
Sam called me a number, had to tell ?em my
skill
And anyone who talked down on me
I knew they didn't know the deal
My belief was way larger than life
Taking charge with the might in my mind
Oh Lord I'm calling, calling your name
Cos you are my hope and my Joy
Oh Holy Spirit teach me your ways
I depend on you, I depend on you
Oh Holy
look good
Don’t I make this look good
Aint nobody gotta teach me, teach me
Got my own look
Don’t I make this look good
I gotta testify
I Don’t go by
me by the hand so the world will know that I'm your man
Could you teach me how dance
I felt a stir of passion and a feverish attraction
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