Curly Fries on the track and I'm picking up slack
And dropping hot shit on a beat that slaps
My words flit back and forth like they're Tapper
Clap you, pop off, call me The Clapper
An adapter to any given beat
It's a feat, I know
Tough to beat, I know
To be fleet on your feet over heat, it's hard
People try, but they cry, no cigar
It's on par with an oratory coal walk
But the only ones who make it
Skimp on depth, sincerity, and clarity
A travesty of her majesty, hip hop
Yo, I see the forest but I'm focused on the trees
Can I do more of this shit, please?
I know my plate's full but I'm back for seconds
'Cause I know one day Imma be a legend
It's not about the money
And it's not about the fans
It's about the fact I flow while wavin' my hands
It's not about the money
And it's not about the fans
It's about the fact I flow while wavin' my hands
I been goin' for broke for a while now
And I been smilin' wide like a child now
One day I swear that I'm gonna wear the crown
But now I gotta keep my feet on the ground
Keep my feet on the ground but let my mind fly on through the sky
You know I'll be on this grind right on up until I die
Yo
I been going faster
Loud like a pastor
A master of flow
And rap is my beau
LightBlaze is my bro
KICK IT UP TO ALLEGRO
My flow's a blow to your ego
There's nowhere you can go
Jamaica, Montego, Key Largo, Kokomo NOPE
¿Cómo vas tan rápido?
I don't know
Let's go
Braggadocio's cold when bros flow at a tempo that don't plateau
Just cause a slow rolled stone grows mold
And you don't want your walls to go, my Jericho Bro
When a couple of punks bang on a bongo
Alright
Now I'll staccato
Lemme show I can write alright
You're in fright
Every night
That'll I bite or smite you
With my rhymes like a sniper
Follow me, the Pride Piper
It's not about the money
And it's not about the fans
It's about the fact I flow while wavin' my hands
It's not about the money
And it's not about the fans
It's about the fact I flow while wavin' my hands
I been goin' for broke for a while now
And I been smilin' wide like a child now
One day I swear that I'm gonna wear the crown
But now I gotta keep my feet on the ground
Keep my feet on the ground but let my mind fly on through the sky
You know I'll be on this grind right on up until I die
Your Stille Nacht
Is my best shot to f*ck you over
Peep my style like a rover
It's important you get it
This rap game
Is my whole damn life
I'm an acolyte
Not Hosanna, Biggie Smalls is the highest
I hope to rely on this
I already do
I'm already workin' on somethin' brand new
Watch for my name
You don't have a clue
How big I'll be dude
I been goin' for broke for a while now
And I been smilin' wide like a child now
One day I swear that I'm gonna wear the crown
But now I gotta keep my feet on the ground
Keep my feet on the ground but let my mind fly on through the sky
You know I'll be on this grind right on up until I die
MC Curly Fries - Keep Balanced (Prod. LightBlazeMC) Lyrics
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Curly Fries on the track and I'm picking up slack
And dropping hot shit on a beat that slaps
My words flit back and forth like they're Tapper
Clap you, pop off, call me The Clapper
An adapter to any given beat
It's a feat, I know
Tough to beat, I know
To be fleet on your feet over heat, it's hard
People try, but they cry, no cigar
It's on par with an oratory coal walk
But the only ones who make it
Skimp on depth, sincerity, and clarity
A travesty of her majesty, hip hop
Yo, I see the forest but I'm focused on the trees
Can I do more of this shit, please?
I know my plate's full but I'm back for seconds
'Cause I know one day Imma be a legend
It's not about the money
And it's not about the fans
It's about the fact I flow while wavin' my hands
It's not about the money
And it's not about the fans
It's about the fact I flow while wavin' my hands
I been goin' for broke for a while now
And I been smilin' wide like a child now
One day I swear that I'm gonna wear the crown
But now I gotta keep my feet on the ground
Keep my feet on the ground but let my mind fly on through the sky
You know I'll be on this grind right on up until I die
Yo
I been going faster
Loud like a pastor
A master of flow
And rap is my beau
LightBlaze is my bro
KICK IT UP TO ALLEGRO
My flow's a blow to your ego
There's nowhere you can go
Jamaica, Montego, Key Largo, Kokomo NOPE
¿Cómo vas tan rápido?
I don't know
Let's go
Braggadocio's cold when bros flow at a tempo that don't plateau
Just cause a slow rolled stone grows mold
And you don't want your walls to go, my Jericho Bro
When a couple of punks bang on a bongo
Alright
Now I'll staccato
Lemme show I can write alright
You're in fright
Every night
That'll I bite or smite you
With my rhymes like a sniper
Follow me, the Pride Piper
It's not about the money
And it's not about the fans
It's about the fact I flow while wavin' my hands
It's not about the money
And it's not about the fans
It's about the fact I flow while wavin' my hands
I been goin' for broke for a while now
And I been smilin' wide like a child now
One day I swear that I'm gonna wear the crown
But now I gotta keep my feet on the ground
Keep my feet on the ground but let my mind fly on through the sky
You know I'll be on this grind right on up until I die
Your Stille Nacht
Is my best shot to f*ck you over
Peep my style like a rover
It's important you get it
This rap game
Is my whole damn life
I'm an acolyte
Not Hosanna, Biggie Smalls is the highest
I hope to rely on this
I already do
I'm already workin' on somethin' brand new
Watch for my name
You don't have a clue
How big I'll be dude
I been goin' for broke for a while now
And I been smilin' wide like a child now
One day I swear that I'm gonna wear the crown
But now I gotta keep my feet on the ground
Keep my feet on the ground but let my mind fly on through the sky
You know I'll be on this grind right on up until I die
And dropping hot shit on a beat that slaps
My words flit back and forth like they're Tapper
Clap you, pop off, call me The Clapper
An adapter to any given beat
It's a feat, I know
Tough to beat, I know
To be fleet on your feet over heat, it's hard
People try, but they cry, no cigar
It's on par with an oratory coal walk
But the only ones who make it
Skimp on depth, sincerity, and clarity
A travesty of her majesty, hip hop
Yo, I see the forest but I'm focused on the trees
Can I do more of this shit, please?
I know my plate's full but I'm back for seconds
'Cause I know one day Imma be a legend
It's not about the money
And it's not about the fans
It's about the fact I flow while wavin' my hands
It's not about the money
And it's not about the fans
It's about the fact I flow while wavin' my hands
I been goin' for broke for a while now
And I been smilin' wide like a child now
One day I swear that I'm gonna wear the crown
But now I gotta keep my feet on the ground
Keep my feet on the ground but let my mind fly on through the sky
You know I'll be on this grind right on up until I die
Yo
I been going faster
Loud like a pastor
A master of flow
And rap is my beau
LightBlaze is my bro
KICK IT UP TO ALLEGRO
My flow's a blow to your ego
There's nowhere you can go
Jamaica, Montego, Key Largo, Kokomo NOPE
¿Cómo vas tan rápido?
I don't know
Let's go
Braggadocio's cold when bros flow at a tempo that don't plateau
Just cause a slow rolled stone grows mold
And you don't want your walls to go, my Jericho Bro
When a couple of punks bang on a bongo
Alright
Now I'll staccato
Lemme show I can write alright
You're in fright
Every night
That'll I bite or smite you
With my rhymes like a sniper
Follow me, the Pride Piper
It's not about the money
And it's not about the fans
It's about the fact I flow while wavin' my hands
It's not about the money
And it's not about the fans
It's about the fact I flow while wavin' my hands
I been goin' for broke for a while now
And I been smilin' wide like a child now
One day I swear that I'm gonna wear the crown
But now I gotta keep my feet on the ground
Keep my feet on the ground but let my mind fly on through the sky
You know I'll be on this grind right on up until I die
Your Stille Nacht
Is my best shot to f*ck you over
Peep my style like a rover
It's important you get it
This rap game
Is my whole damn life
I'm an acolyte
Not Hosanna, Biggie Smalls is the highest
I hope to rely on this
I already do
I'm already workin' on somethin' brand new
Watch for my name
You don't have a clue
How big I'll be dude
I been goin' for broke for a while now
And I been smilin' wide like a child now
One day I swear that I'm gonna wear the crown
But now I gotta keep my feet on the ground
Keep my feet on the ground but let my mind fly on through the sky
You know I'll be on this grind right on up until I die
Writer: Christian Ray
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid