I don't wanna be around when the Glocks go and the cops show and they block roads tryna stop flow
Bars so quick that you might overdose can't afford your nose to the morgue you go
Sit in fear while sniffing gear front door to ear trying to hear the sirens from the fuzz
What a f*cking buzz
If you don't do drugs you're a stick in the mud
No shut the f*ck up keep your serotonin stock up
Free A$AP Rocky who's locked up in Stockholm
Irrespective of your systems of lyricism I'm constantly whipping up heat in the kitchen
You won't hear a peep from a beat that I'm missing what do you think I feed off criticism
Excuse me if I bop while I rhyme to the rhythm
I don't wanna dumb it down just to try fit in
Feeling like a muggle but I'm fine playing quidditch
Riding flying high and chasing gold more than half a mind to break the mould less inclined to bick back been bool
My ma would tell me my cousins are blood so if cuz is a blood then why would you shed it forget it and move on Don't jump to conclusions or I'll rip you a new one
By writing a new song and hoofing a few bongs if my mood's wrong
Hoofing a few bongs if my mood's wrong
Hit em with the backpack rap and I'm skipping your track even if you're half wack
Keep a decent pace when I race from the scene
Pockets filled with green but I'm lacking in cash
Step toe to toe if you wanna get bashed
Hitting like a Joe Rogan body kick when I spit
Take no L's drop lyrical elbows f*ck when the bell goes stop when hell's froze
F*ck that what's in the rucksack shit
What's up lad no smack just piff
No one wants to pay back tick
But you do that they bring out straps so pay with cash you bumbaclart and f*ck that mumble rap shit
F*ck the mumble rap shit
F.T.M.R.S upa yeo I made you think
In the USA I can't even get a drink
But I've been off the shit for 2 years and a bit I'm feeling good
Feeling good, I'm feeling good, I'm feeling
No emcee if you pack wack pen game
Flow so cold freeze nuts off penguins
You can try play but you're not gonna win if you show what you tote you get thrown in the pen
Then no one shows up the whole sentence but that's just my 10 cents I've 5 times the flow
But I'm not worth any more than the next man
And I Don't give a f*ck to flex on the gram
Get a big bong that hits like van dam and write another song I wouldn't put in the fam-bam
F.T.M.R.S upa yeo I made you think
In the USA I can't even get a drink
But I've been off the shit for 2 years and a bit I'm feeling good
Feeling good, I'm feeling good, I'm feeling
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I don't wanna be around when the Glocks go and the cops show and they block roads tryna stop flow
Bars so quick that you might overdose can't afford your nose to the morgue you go
Sit in fear while sniffing gear front door to ear trying to hear the sirens from the fuzz
What a f*cking buzz
If you don't do drugs you're a stick in the mud
No shut the f*ck up keep your serotonin stock up
Free A$AP Rocky who's locked up in Stockholm
Irrespective of your systems of lyricism I'm constantly whipping up heat in the kitchen
You won't hear a peep from a beat that I'm missing what do you think I feed off criticism
Excuse me if I bop while I rhyme to the rhythm
I don't wanna dumb it down just to try fit in
Feeling like a muggle but I'm fine playing quidditch
Riding flying high and chasing gold more than half a mind to break the mould less inclined to bick back been bool
My ma would tell me my cousins are blood so if cuz is a blood then why would you shed it forget it and move on Don't jump to conclusions or I'll rip you a new one
By writing a new song and hoofing a few bongs if my mood's wrong
Hoofing a few bongs if my mood's wrong
Hit em with the backpack rap and I'm skipping your track even if you're half wack
Keep a decent pace when I race from the scene
Pockets filled with green but I'm lacking in cash
Step toe to toe if you wanna get bashed
Hitting like a Joe Rogan body kick when I spit
Take no L's drop lyrical elbows f*ck when the bell goes stop when hell's froze
F*ck that what's in the rucksack shit
What's up lad no smack just piff
No one wants to pay back tick
But you do that they bring out straps so pay with cash you bumbaclart and f*ck that mumble rap shit
F*ck the mumble rap shit
F.T.M.R.S upa yeo I made you think
In the USA I can't even get a drink
But I've been off the shit for 2 years and a bit I'm feeling good
Feeling good, I'm feeling good, I'm feeling
No emcee if you pack wack pen game
Flow so cold freeze nuts off penguins
You can try play but you're not gonna win if you show what you tote you get thrown in the pen
Then no one shows up the whole sentence but that's just my 10 cents I've 5 times the flow
But I'm not worth any more than the next man
And I Don't give a f*ck to flex on the gram
Get a big bong that hits like van dam and write another song I wouldn't put in the fam-bam
F.T.M.R.S upa yeo I made you think
In the USA I can't even get a drink
But I've been off the shit for 2 years and a bit I'm feeling good
Feeling good, I'm feeling good, I'm feeling
Bars so quick that you might overdose can't afford your nose to the morgue you go
Sit in fear while sniffing gear front door to ear trying to hear the sirens from the fuzz
What a f*cking buzz
If you don't do drugs you're a stick in the mud
No shut the f*ck up keep your serotonin stock up
Free A$AP Rocky who's locked up in Stockholm
Irrespective of your systems of lyricism I'm constantly whipping up heat in the kitchen
You won't hear a peep from a beat that I'm missing what do you think I feed off criticism
Excuse me if I bop while I rhyme to the rhythm
I don't wanna dumb it down just to try fit in
Feeling like a muggle but I'm fine playing quidditch
Riding flying high and chasing gold more than half a mind to break the mould less inclined to bick back been bool
My ma would tell me my cousins are blood so if cuz is a blood then why would you shed it forget it and move on Don't jump to conclusions or I'll rip you a new one
By writing a new song and hoofing a few bongs if my mood's wrong
Hoofing a few bongs if my mood's wrong
Hit em with the backpack rap and I'm skipping your track even if you're half wack
Keep a decent pace when I race from the scene
Pockets filled with green but I'm lacking in cash
Step toe to toe if you wanna get bashed
Hitting like a Joe Rogan body kick when I spit
Take no L's drop lyrical elbows f*ck when the bell goes stop when hell's froze
F*ck that what's in the rucksack shit
What's up lad no smack just piff
No one wants to pay back tick
But you do that they bring out straps so pay with cash you bumbaclart and f*ck that mumble rap shit
F*ck the mumble rap shit
F.T.M.R.S upa yeo I made you think
In the USA I can't even get a drink
But I've been off the shit for 2 years and a bit I'm feeling good
Feeling good, I'm feeling good, I'm feeling
No emcee if you pack wack pen game
Flow so cold freeze nuts off penguins
You can try play but you're not gonna win if you show what you tote you get thrown in the pen
Then no one shows up the whole sentence but that's just my 10 cents I've 5 times the flow
But I'm not worth any more than the next man
And I Don't give a f*ck to flex on the gram
Get a big bong that hits like van dam and write another song I wouldn't put in the fam-bam
F.T.M.R.S upa yeo I made you think
In the USA I can't even get a drink
But I've been off the shit for 2 years and a bit I'm feeling good
Feeling good, I'm feeling good, I'm feeling
Writer: Niall Rogan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid