F*ck with me enough of me
To give it to them all
Loving me the money be
A blessing from the gods
Like I sneezed on the beat
In a priests synagogue
He said Jesus this demon
Is reaching the top
Believe it I mean it
No bringing me down
No sleeping just dreaming
I'll be in the clouds
The money increasing
Preforming for crowds
When I'm touring recording
Bring more to the style
Not even god can stop me
When I'm on the pedal
Even kamikazes just
Couldnt drop the weddo
I'm at Molly's popping
Off with glocks and ammo
Know I'm raising hell
You better tell the devil
And when my records sell
Yo I don't ever settle
I don't take no L's
Even my wealth successful
Develop all the failures
Who ain't on my level
Cause I could change the world
With just a f*ckimg pencil
You already know bro
That my flow impressive
I can't even grow though
Man my dough excessive
Have you been smoking dope
You can't slow my blessings
Spitting slow you know
Don't gotta code the message
The homie know we
Just got his sentence lessened
But I've been pressed to death
Guess I'm the best I'm destined
Unless I'm just forgetting
Somebody less effective
Viewer discretion unless you bitches
Have a death wish tell em
Someone take me home
Where I must belong
Someone take me home
Where I must belong
Someone take me home
Where I must belong
Oh man
Gotta be the yams
Make it to the top
And I'm taking all the fam
Telling kunta I'ma shoota
I'm the future understand
Gotta ruga for the dude that
Wanna do it to the man
Cause I'm just super duper
But superman is fiction
Even Freddy Kruger
Knew the dude was wicked
And the future use to
Be out in the distance
Now any bitch that see me
Wanna be my misses
This is easy breezy
Yo this isn't shit
People wanna be me
Shit is different
Making 20 CDs
I just spit for rent
But I could go forever
Flow is infinite
Took the monorail
To get to taco bell
Going off the rails
As homies stock the jail
If Lana Del got it
Then I gotta sell
Screaming FML
Up on SNL
In the best hotels
But we still rest in hell
I'm the best the rest
Just don't impress for real
Investing in myself
Yet checks been in the mail
Till my death get wealth
So fam can help themselves
Lift a car so
You get ripped apart
Disregarding any
Bitch that start
Yo I don't miss my mark
Man I just hit the heart
My shit been hitting hard
Like I was tj ward I tell em
Kaption - 48 Bars (Demo) Lyrics
Kaption - 48 Bars (Demo) Lyrics
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English
F*ck with me enough of me
To give it to them all
Loving me the money be
A blessing from the gods
Like I sneezed on the beat
In a priests synagogue
He said Jesus this demon
Is reaching the top
Believe it I mean it
No bringing me down
No sleeping just dreaming
I'll be in the clouds
The money increasing
Preforming for crowds
When I'm touring recording
Bring more to the style
Not even god can stop me
When I'm on the pedal
Even kamikazes just
Couldnt drop the weddo
I'm at Molly's popping
Off with glocks and ammo
Know I'm raising hell
You better tell the devil
And when my records sell
Yo I don't ever settle
I don't take no L's
Even my wealth successful
Develop all the failures
Who ain't on my level
Cause I could change the world
With just a f*ckimg pencil
You already know bro
That my flow impressive
I can't even grow though
Man my dough excessive
Have you been smoking dope
You can't slow my blessings
Spitting slow you know
Don't gotta code the message
The homie know we
Just got his sentence lessened
But I've been pressed to death
Guess I'm the best I'm destined
Unless I'm just forgetting
Somebody less effective
Viewer discretion unless you bitches
Have a death wish tell em
Someone take me home
Where I must belong
Someone take me home
Where I must belong
Someone take me home
Where I must belong
Oh man
Gotta be the yams
Make it to the top
And I'm taking all the fam
Telling kunta I'ma shoota
I'm the future understand
Gotta ruga for the dude that
Wanna do it to the man
Cause I'm just super duper
But superman is fiction
Even Freddy Kruger
Knew the dude was wicked
And the future use to
Be out in the distance
Now any bitch that see me
Wanna be my misses
This is easy breezy
Yo this isn't shit
People wanna be me
Shit is different
Making 20 CDs
I just spit for rent
But I could go forever
Flow is infinite
Took the monorail
To get to taco bell
Going off the rails
As homies stock the jail
If Lana Del got it
Then I gotta sell
Screaming FML
Up on SNL
In the best hotels
But we still rest in hell
I'm the best the rest
Just don't impress for real
Investing in myself
Yet checks been in the mail
Till my death get wealth
So fam can help themselves
Lift a car so
You get ripped apart
Disregarding any
Bitch that start
Yo I don't miss my mark
Man I just hit the heart
My shit been hitting hard
Like I was tj ward I tell em
To give it to them all
Loving me the money be
A blessing from the gods
Like I sneezed on the beat
In a priests synagogue
He said Jesus this demon
Is reaching the top
Believe it I mean it
No bringing me down
No sleeping just dreaming
I'll be in the clouds
The money increasing
Preforming for crowds
When I'm touring recording
Bring more to the style
Not even god can stop me
When I'm on the pedal
Even kamikazes just
Couldnt drop the weddo
I'm at Molly's popping
Off with glocks and ammo
Know I'm raising hell
You better tell the devil
And when my records sell
Yo I don't ever settle
I don't take no L's
Even my wealth successful
Develop all the failures
Who ain't on my level
Cause I could change the world
With just a f*ckimg pencil
You already know bro
That my flow impressive
I can't even grow though
Man my dough excessive
Have you been smoking dope
You can't slow my blessings
Spitting slow you know
Don't gotta code the message
The homie know we
Just got his sentence lessened
But I've been pressed to death
Guess I'm the best I'm destined
Unless I'm just forgetting
Somebody less effective
Viewer discretion unless you bitches
Have a death wish tell em
Someone take me home
Where I must belong
Someone take me home
Where I must belong
Someone take me home
Where I must belong
Oh man
Gotta be the yams
Make it to the top
And I'm taking all the fam
Telling kunta I'ma shoota
I'm the future understand
Gotta ruga for the dude that
Wanna do it to the man
Cause I'm just super duper
But superman is fiction
Even Freddy Kruger
Knew the dude was wicked
And the future use to
Be out in the distance
Now any bitch that see me
Wanna be my misses
This is easy breezy
Yo this isn't shit
People wanna be me
Shit is different
Making 20 CDs
I just spit for rent
But I could go forever
Flow is infinite
Took the monorail
To get to taco bell
Going off the rails
As homies stock the jail
If Lana Del got it
Then I gotta sell
Screaming FML
Up on SNL
In the best hotels
But we still rest in hell
I'm the best the rest
Just don't impress for real
Investing in myself
Yet checks been in the mail
Till my death get wealth
So fam can help themselves
Lift a car so
You get ripped apart
Disregarding any
Bitch that start
Yo I don't miss my mark
Man I just hit the heart
My shit been hitting hard
Like I was tj ward I tell em
Writer: Kagen Irwin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid