Jeff Porter - BALLISTIC Lyrics

Ironic how you feelin' down, after you be turning up
You ain't really living life if you ain't ever learning stuff
You ain't really listening if you ain't ever heard of us
Jameson and weed, always giving me the perfect touch
Barrin' up like four years, and now I'm really certified
Went and grabbed the beat, then I started writing perfect rhymes
Winning every single day so I could never lose it
You try to step to us, homie what you f*ckin stupid
Basil Hayden toast edition, little taste of caramel
I'm like a war vet, got these stories that I'm here to tell
I'm in a corvette, shorty said that I'm her favorite rapper
The view is gorgeous, Bora Bora then the caymans after
Got my weight up, each side, I got two plates
Real hip hop, this ain't pop, like Mike Buble
You just write rhymes, I paint murals like I'm Lupe
You really actin fake as f*ck, might as well rock a toupee
Some tacos at lupita, this track is a new heater
I got two divas with me inside of this 2 seater
Always on the grind, I'm tryna go see some different bread
All you do is miss, like Donald Trump with his pitchin' wedge
So much dope up in the verse, they probably go and get the feds
Been cookin' up the craziness since Union when we kicked the keg
Verse of the year? How many of em do I got?
Shout out the homie Groovy, all we really do is plot
Love to the Bandcamp fans if you copped that early drop
Rappers actin' childish I'm thinkin they wrote for thirty rock
Tellin all these lies the size of Victor Wembanyama height
Had a couple losses but really that's just a minor plight
Hate that Hov and Weezy told you suckas you ain't gotta write
Well f*ck it then, here we go, I'll give you my advice
Put some passion in it whenever you stand behind the mic
And if you tryna work with me homie I got a higher price

Now I just let the beat loop and then I write me some words
Before I ever picked up the mic I was fightin' the urge
Ask me if I want the ball I think I might just defer
Cause if I take my time with it, then I'm likely to learn
The ones who always talk the most, they usually crash and burn
Grateful just to have a turn, observin' shit I'm taciturn
Never force a final product, ain't no shortcuts in this life
This little pen is my accomplice, while my weapon is my mind
Not surprising how they heat up, when the product microwaveable
Dopest from my city, promise you that's not debateable
At least I'm in the mix, I can tell you that for sure
Top shelf, and he scores, number four, it's Bobby Orr
Catch me flying through the air, then I'm breakin' every record
Then I'm back to makin' classics, can't afford to waste a second
Now I'm just creating leverage, pour me up another beverage