I woke up feeling good today My first thought was get hella blazed Roll me up a couple jays Smoke those planes up to my face Chef up in this kitchen, Cooking food that's so delicious Making wraps pretentious Bitch I'm bitter like some lemons I jetted outta bed I slipped on her stilettos Wake and bake I make that bread While all you do is jello Bitch I'm causing friction Which is building up my energy I'm waving through these crickets Like the chef has got no enemies I'm coming through the wire Through your speakers like a physic Freshly fit with all my fibers Feeling like messiah Smoking on my pipe Blowing notes up in the shire My flow is like Australia Bro I set this bitch on fire Producers keep abusing rights Keep using all your music Keep stealing all your hooks Telling me that they exclusive It shows me you producers Just produce up good excuses How would you like it If I stole your fucking music I'm reducing on my crew Cause I can't stand these attitudes Lemmie be the voice to say Your stealing someone else's food Mother fuckers lost a lot But I've got much more to lose I've gained all these attributes With practice at a magnitude Imma keep my circle small But keep that bitch efficient Keep working on my talent Till I spit it with proficients I'm grabbing on my balls Viewing myself in omniscient Twenty twenty twenty eight Still rapping with explicits F*ck your bitch ass, Chef is just a slaying on a mission I just gave a f*ck an I don't think that imma miss it I'm coming back boomerang Command respect like Major Payne Im Taking all these words you say I put em back from where they came Go super sayian, go KIO-KEN Spit lyrics with such violence Comprising of such dialect That leave yah mind with side effects Admire on my writing Compromising my neglects I'll compile up protection Only die from rushed roulette I'm tripping I'm tripping I'm tripping through decisions I'm spitting out my lyrics like religion get offended I'm slipping, I'm slipping, I'm slipping through positions I'm tryna leave this planet or find a new dimension I'm alone in this world CHIKA call me Robert Neville I'm just tryna be a legend I keep gaining all these levels My demon in a prison But he knows that imma listen Cause my heart is in a cage From some people that Im missing You looking kinda lazy but the chef is no relation Mal up to the top, I'll f*ck a room up at a Days Inn Baby, don't you think I'm crazy, absolutely underrated Got me raging in my head going X-men like Xavier Bitch I am a werewolf fucking up you vampires Sucking on my succulents, you suck you fuckin sucubisses Turning up my lyricism, with all of this mythisim I'm having too much fun, resisting with the system I'm tryna build a wicked team With Nat the Genius, JG Beats Epic Genie Woozy Tay BV Beatz, Daredevil Tre Don't forget skip fearless Styla the North a way 5207 Records Tucson to the Southern Maine I'm tripping I'm tripping I'm tripping through decisions I'm spitting out my lyrics like religion get offended I'm slipping, I'm slipping, I'm slipping through positions I'm tryna leave this planet or find a new dimension
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