Lyrics:
Making songs better while I just display the bars
Knew I had Cha$e, ain't no ReelSeason
They told me hip hop was dead guess what I'm still breathing
What
respect 'til they tell you undress
Don’t want the passion, they all for the press
And they lie like need you, but fuck all your friends
Knowin' this info
really been a sick artist
Hip hop, I'ma drop with the six martyrs
If I drop 'fore I pop, smoke a big l
Really no biggie that we in hell
Feel I got
overrated
And I flip to their next page, oops its faded
I'm more than a king, I'm a legend
I brag different, decorated (yes sirrrr)
I'm highly defended by
environment
Why lie and hide behind such
Trickie metaphors
I've decide to open mind
Is better for your peers
And their pores
Keep the clear
And informed when
tongue in my cheek so far it makes me mute
Heaven is a joke and hell is a lie, pay attention son 'cause these are words to live by
Now watch me kick in
you likely just a convict, ain't got no time for nonsense
a man stand solid,I don't wimp, simp or slip, I came for crystal clear knock, hip hop, set
why you cry
It's cuz they about to die
Some be dancing hip
Some be dancing cultural
Turning up for turning down
You don't even know it's your funeral
this youngin' spitting
I roar on tracks while y'all purr soft like kittens
Freestyle or written
It really don't matter
I'm Mario spitting fire and y'all
If I aint blow up off this then sumn don’t add up As far as the math goes
By the way I got a cat, just a lil fact
And I’m finally back up with the rap
For keeping real hip-hop alive, my shit should be taller than Meg
Thee Stallion
Wack niggas I'm outdone
I'ma get this shit by any means that's word
This rapping is not a fling, so you won’t catch me questioning
My ability as a rapper as I capture my lyrics and take it step by step like a ladder
I'm
Look, I know they wanna beef me cause I'm lit And I don't like to talk, they got it twisted About the kid shit
Anywhere I walk, you know I got it
Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin 'em in to a verse with lines
Then ima hit 'em with spurts rhyme
Then ima let 'em
queezy hearing you spit so wheezy
Take notes on the flow ride smooth on the breezy
Closet latino my hips just don’t lie
But irish at heart you can check
Numbers dont lie
Call me the one and only
Woke up in a bow tie
Forty thousand feet up so high
Where’s the ATM machine I hope that shit goes by
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