Don't be a phony
wifeye
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Hungry — I ain't had no breakfast Writing out this rap like I'm tryna send a message I was feelin down and then I counted up my blessings Tryna sell my sound this shit you can't find on no Craigslist If the gym the stu, I'm in this bitch, I'm heavy sweating Getting shit up off my chest like muhfuckas benching I be stretching paper like this shit could get expensive I be stretching paper since a teen I had a pension Whatchu mean bout haters man they wish they was my best friend I done took an L, but man that L it stood for lesson Went to Hell and Back, and now that fire is a weapon Flying like The Jetsons, in the future through the present Thought I paid the reverend how they bless me in my section Busy wit my bestie looking at my own reflection Check-In wit yo homies like you staying at The Westin Resting in the lead like second guessing if it's testing How my rhymes be hitting like a automatic weapon On the scale of one to ten, mine it read eleven Way I flow a sentence ain't no need to give a census Really ain't no question I'm the king of this lil penman King when come to penman, I got family that's depending Waiting like detention, to say wifeye's a connection Thought I made it prevalent, if we brethren then I'm lending You ain't gotta hit me back just miss me with pretending Way I rap, you circle back, like it's a fucking dead-end Tighter than a headband, on this jawn like I'm a legend Coming outta Phila-del, it's like U.S. Yemen Find yourself in heaven if you messing wit the meddling It's all about defending, and you know that breeds the vengeance Hardly into systems, find me fight's Armageddon's You prolly caught the symptoms if you stop paying attention I'm on-top like dressings, leave you sour face like lemon Sour face like lemon, I'm like bro go head an get in But he ain't really run it so I threw my second leg in Skeezy, this is easy, rhymes be skating like Ovechkin Catch me on the second half, I'm spitting like a veteran Firing off these rounds ain't let the beat breathe not a second No peace treaty, I pimp the place, I make a piece of art out of a swimming tank I slowly drank myself into a sunken place My nights of highs - stole me off days I dropped the ball, I missed the play, I lost it all, and still I stand In Air Maxes, Nike Boots Hair grown out you can see my roots A white skin kid who could box n hoop, A Forty Seven lid tilted till to the roof, I'm a big bad wolf coming out the sticks One, two, three cant afford (four) the fifth Over ya head like a left hook that missed And you prolly missed the bit bout the one Slipping out the moment, how quick it goes If wifeye wrote it, know it's toe-for-toe If wifeye wrote it, he on the microphone And I ain't finna limp to the finish line Need a show look packed like a mall in two-thousand-nine And ima put you on, heard that bout a thousand times Now it's twenty twenty four - that's a phony guy Instagram all day - that's a phony guy Tik Tok all the time - that's a phony guy Wrist watch from the lot - that's a phony guy Take away all his things - that's a lonely guy Asking God for a sign as I look outside Two deer they appear, damn near wrote me I A whole new Bible, in this blue book of mine Now I'm outta pages, needa wrap it up like it's Christmas time
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