Get money like LoRiggio where the craps at
My songs are like Ruth homeruns where the bats at
Killin competition show me where the gats at
Eat with rich pigs used to eat where the rats at
I am what i am l guess its just thats that
You're all fake news show me where rhe facts at
Say youre rebels well get crushed im an AT-AT
And ill Windu your head off like where's his hat at
It's a turtle race i guess im a rabbit
Rap career just from passion and habit
Keep it 100 i know you cant stand it
Matter of fact keep it another planet
AP on my wrist on point like I VATS it
You rap Molerats hide pop out get blasted.
Used to rap filler now i cut the fats it
Had now its just lean meaty lyrics thats it
Bitch I go in this shit is not a game
You try and copy my flow but its not the same
I hop on and I leave on the plane
And I go on vacay for 9 to 5 days
Now money piles up like 9 to 5 ways
I go smooth to aggressive rapid like the waves
Said i can change flow quick like waves
Hold up hold up everybody wait
Uh
Everybody bob your head and just listen
The rap life for me was not my vision
It landed in my lap and its now what im livin
But music is my art art so im not trippin
Soon I'll have that ice on my wrist drippin
You might slip or get blinded by the glisten
When i say I'll be rich it's just a given
Cause it's in my thoughts and on paper written
I made my own studio while y'all were sittin
Some of you on the pot aint even shittin
When i blow up imma keep on growin
Don't got time to stop I keep on goin
On every track i put a different flow in
You cant stop my shine ill just keep glowin
Everybody thinks their outfits so in
But none of em even got money to be blowing
Man
F*ck you mean
Timo Cruz
Still no chorus I just keep twisting flows
This ones just stop and then go
Triple b that's Ben Bryce Boudreaux
Yeah thats my L I L B R O.
The other one's Trey but hes no Mitchell
Martinez gang so you can suck it hoes
For the other two we're not fam no more
Ask anyone i kicked them out the door
Shout out to Robby Q my boys a real one
Y'all buy bb's but we buy real guns
Don't gotta say names they know who they are
Keep acting how you do wont go far
Personally I think I could always potentially produce
A positively perfectly painted picture form from only birth
But if I could potentially produce a positively perfectly pronunciated picture
From only words and on that picture probably only words
How many words is that picture potentially worth
Bitch
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Get money like LoRiggio where the craps at
My songs are like Ruth homeruns where the bats at
Killin competition show me where the gats at
Eat with rich pigs used to eat where the rats at
I am what i am l guess its just thats that
You're all fake news show me where rhe facts at
Say youre rebels well get crushed im an AT-AT
And ill Windu your head off like where's his hat at
It's a turtle race i guess im a rabbit
Rap career just from passion and habit
Keep it 100 i know you cant stand it
Matter of fact keep it another planet
AP on my wrist on point like I VATS it
You rap Molerats hide pop out get blasted.
Used to rap filler now i cut the fats it
Had now its just lean meaty lyrics thats it
Bitch I go in this shit is not a game
You try and copy my flow but its not the same
I hop on and I leave on the plane
And I go on vacay for 9 to 5 days
Now money piles up like 9 to 5 ways
I go smooth to aggressive rapid like the waves
Said i can change flow quick like waves
Hold up hold up everybody wait
Uh
Everybody bob your head and just listen
The rap life for me was not my vision
It landed in my lap and its now what im livin
But music is my art art so im not trippin
Soon I'll have that ice on my wrist drippin
You might slip or get blinded by the glisten
When i say I'll be rich it's just a given
Cause it's in my thoughts and on paper written
I made my own studio while y'all were sittin
Some of you on the pot aint even shittin
When i blow up imma keep on growin
Don't got time to stop I keep on goin
On every track i put a different flow in
You cant stop my shine ill just keep glowin
Everybody thinks their outfits so in
But none of em even got money to be blowing
Man
F*ck you mean
Timo Cruz
Still no chorus I just keep twisting flows
This ones just stop and then go
Triple b that's Ben Bryce Boudreaux
Yeah thats my L I L B R O.
The other one's Trey but hes no Mitchell
Martinez gang so you can suck it hoes
For the other two we're not fam no more
Ask anyone i kicked them out the door
Shout out to Robby Q my boys a real one
Y'all buy bb's but we buy real guns
Don't gotta say names they know who they are
Keep acting how you do wont go far
Personally I think I could always potentially produce
A positively perfectly painted picture form from only birth
But if I could potentially produce a positively perfectly pronunciated picture
From only words and on that picture probably only words
How many words is that picture potentially worth
Bitch
My songs are like Ruth homeruns where the bats at
Killin competition show me where the gats at
Eat with rich pigs used to eat where the rats at
I am what i am l guess its just thats that
You're all fake news show me where rhe facts at
Say youre rebels well get crushed im an AT-AT
And ill Windu your head off like where's his hat at
It's a turtle race i guess im a rabbit
Rap career just from passion and habit
Keep it 100 i know you cant stand it
Matter of fact keep it another planet
AP on my wrist on point like I VATS it
You rap Molerats hide pop out get blasted.
Used to rap filler now i cut the fats it
Had now its just lean meaty lyrics thats it
Bitch I go in this shit is not a game
You try and copy my flow but its not the same
I hop on and I leave on the plane
And I go on vacay for 9 to 5 days
Now money piles up like 9 to 5 ways
I go smooth to aggressive rapid like the waves
Said i can change flow quick like waves
Hold up hold up everybody wait
Uh
Everybody bob your head and just listen
The rap life for me was not my vision
It landed in my lap and its now what im livin
But music is my art art so im not trippin
Soon I'll have that ice on my wrist drippin
You might slip or get blinded by the glisten
When i say I'll be rich it's just a given
Cause it's in my thoughts and on paper written
I made my own studio while y'all were sittin
Some of you on the pot aint even shittin
When i blow up imma keep on growin
Don't got time to stop I keep on goin
On every track i put a different flow in
You cant stop my shine ill just keep glowin
Everybody thinks their outfits so in
But none of em even got money to be blowing
Man
F*ck you mean
Timo Cruz
Still no chorus I just keep twisting flows
This ones just stop and then go
Triple b that's Ben Bryce Boudreaux
Yeah thats my L I L B R O.
The other one's Trey but hes no Mitchell
Martinez gang so you can suck it hoes
For the other two we're not fam no more
Ask anyone i kicked them out the door
Shout out to Robby Q my boys a real one
Y'all buy bb's but we buy real guns
Don't gotta say names they know who they are
Keep acting how you do wont go far
Personally I think I could always potentially produce
A positively perfectly painted picture form from only birth
But if I could potentially produce a positively perfectly pronunciated picture
From only words and on that picture probably only words
How many words is that picture potentially worth
Bitch
Writer: Timothy Martinez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid