Man I'm 'bout to blow up faster than Drake
It's the rap game solution how I'm cracking the case
All my cats stay producin', we got racks in the safe
Every track high falutin how I'm stacking that pape
Got love from my dudes like I'm slapping the bass
Talk shit, I'll take a crap on ya face
Onstage I break legs, never in need of catching a break
And I get cheese like the only f*ckin' rat in the race
One shot with the gun like crackin' sodas
Won't stop it's the young white Casanova
Gon' pop til I'm done my tracks are cold, it's like ice, I could crack a boulder
See, I keep shit clean like a new whip, sweet sixteen
GVT, crew shit, peep this cream
We the movement, not to screw with, it's the genius team, 'bout to reap this green
My girl telling me to grow up, but so what
Sold out when I show up
I blossom like a lotus
In fact I'm 'bout to blow up
Then pour up and go nuts
So go home, cuz I got this shit sown up
Yo, it's the no hate spreadin'
Bros blastin' foes like an ornate weapon
Toe tappin' flows, more resolute than 4K
Steppin' up like stairs as we're chefin' up that gourmet
Yeah, top it off with a lemon twist
All these schemes complex, no Oedipus
So fly we arrive on a Pegasus and leave in a jet just to flex on any nemesis
Cause penmanship is the genesis of rap
So effortless, we're like chemists in the lab
Ain't no one fresh as this, it's the produce section, bitch
No mold but on the precipice of goin' bad
Y'all wanna act like I'm immature
But when I'm flippin' words I'm makin' hits for sure
Word to Mac and Wiz, I'm not from Pitts-a-burgh
But when I kick this shit, you haters kick the curb
My girl telling me to grow up, but so what
Sold out when I show up
I blossom like a lotus
In fact I'm 'bout to blow up
Then pour up and go nuts
So go home, cuz I got this shit sown up
Hold up, wait, where you headed I don't want no problems
It won't change if you complain, you got to reach into your brain
Les' see if you can solve 'em
Take a minute for the inside, try to shake what you can to the surface of your own mind
I got ideas that could change lives
I really do, I got ideas that would make another take five
No shame in a warped mind, all it need is a little bit of love and a spit shine
All it need is a clear sign, to let go of the weight of the world and sit nearby
You don't got to take part in it, you just got to play your part with it
And so part with it, dream a lot don't stop 'til it's
A part of what you need to be the opposite
My girl telling me to grow up, but so what
Sold out when I show up
I blossom like a lotus
In fact I'm 'bout to blow up
Then pour up and go nuts
So go home, cuz I got this shit sown up
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Man I'm 'bout to blow up faster than Drake
It's the rap game solution how I'm cracking the case
All my cats stay producin', we got racks in the safe
Every track high falutin how I'm stacking that pape
Got love from my dudes like I'm slapping the bass
Talk shit, I'll take a crap on ya face
Onstage I break legs, never in need of catching a break
And I get cheese like the only f*ckin' rat in the race
One shot with the gun like crackin' sodas
Won't stop it's the young white Casanova
Gon' pop til I'm done my tracks are cold, it's like ice, I could crack a boulder
See, I keep shit clean like a new whip, sweet sixteen
GVT, crew shit, peep this cream
We the movement, not to screw with, it's the genius team, 'bout to reap this green
My girl telling me to grow up, but so what
Sold out when I show up
I blossom like a lotus
In fact I'm 'bout to blow up
Then pour up and go nuts
So go home, cuz I got this shit sown up
Yo, it's the no hate spreadin'
Bros blastin' foes like an ornate weapon
Toe tappin' flows, more resolute than 4K
Steppin' up like stairs as we're chefin' up that gourmet
Yeah, top it off with a lemon twist
All these schemes complex, no Oedipus
So fly we arrive on a Pegasus and leave in a jet just to flex on any nemesis
Cause penmanship is the genesis of rap
So effortless, we're like chemists in the lab
Ain't no one fresh as this, it's the produce section, bitch
No mold but on the precipice of goin' bad
Y'all wanna act like I'm immature
But when I'm flippin' words I'm makin' hits for sure
Word to Mac and Wiz, I'm not from Pitts-a-burgh
But when I kick this shit, you haters kick the curb
My girl telling me to grow up, but so what
Sold out when I show up
I blossom like a lotus
In fact I'm 'bout to blow up
Then pour up and go nuts
So go home, cuz I got this shit sown up
Hold up, wait, where you headed I don't want no problems
It won't change if you complain, you got to reach into your brain
Les' see if you can solve 'em
Take a minute for the inside, try to shake what you can to the surface of your own mind
I got ideas that could change lives
I really do, I got ideas that would make another take five
No shame in a warped mind, all it need is a little bit of love and a spit shine
All it need is a clear sign, to let go of the weight of the world and sit nearby
You don't got to take part in it, you just got to play your part with it
And so part with it, dream a lot don't stop 'til it's
A part of what you need to be the opposite
My girl telling me to grow up, but so what
Sold out when I show up
I blossom like a lotus
In fact I'm 'bout to blow up
Then pour up and go nuts
So go home, cuz I got this shit sown up
It's the rap game solution how I'm cracking the case
All my cats stay producin', we got racks in the safe
Every track high falutin how I'm stacking that pape
Got love from my dudes like I'm slapping the bass
Talk shit, I'll take a crap on ya face
Onstage I break legs, never in need of catching a break
And I get cheese like the only f*ckin' rat in the race
One shot with the gun like crackin' sodas
Won't stop it's the young white Casanova
Gon' pop til I'm done my tracks are cold, it's like ice, I could crack a boulder
See, I keep shit clean like a new whip, sweet sixteen
GVT, crew shit, peep this cream
We the movement, not to screw with, it's the genius team, 'bout to reap this green
My girl telling me to grow up, but so what
Sold out when I show up
I blossom like a lotus
In fact I'm 'bout to blow up
Then pour up and go nuts
So go home, cuz I got this shit sown up
Yo, it's the no hate spreadin'
Bros blastin' foes like an ornate weapon
Toe tappin' flows, more resolute than 4K
Steppin' up like stairs as we're chefin' up that gourmet
Yeah, top it off with a lemon twist
All these schemes complex, no Oedipus
So fly we arrive on a Pegasus and leave in a jet just to flex on any nemesis
Cause penmanship is the genesis of rap
So effortless, we're like chemists in the lab
Ain't no one fresh as this, it's the produce section, bitch
No mold but on the precipice of goin' bad
Y'all wanna act like I'm immature
But when I'm flippin' words I'm makin' hits for sure
Word to Mac and Wiz, I'm not from Pitts-a-burgh
But when I kick this shit, you haters kick the curb
My girl telling me to grow up, but so what
Sold out when I show up
I blossom like a lotus
In fact I'm 'bout to blow up
Then pour up and go nuts
So go home, cuz I got this shit sown up
Hold up, wait, where you headed I don't want no problems
It won't change if you complain, you got to reach into your brain
Les' see if you can solve 'em
Take a minute for the inside, try to shake what you can to the surface of your own mind
I got ideas that could change lives
I really do, I got ideas that would make another take five
No shame in a warped mind, all it need is a little bit of love and a spit shine
All it need is a clear sign, to let go of the weight of the world and sit nearby
You don't got to take part in it, you just got to play your part with it
And so part with it, dream a lot don't stop 'til it's
A part of what you need to be the opposite
My girl telling me to grow up, but so what
Sold out when I show up
I blossom like a lotus
In fact I'm 'bout to blow up
Then pour up and go nuts
So go home, cuz I got this shit sown up
Writer: Jayme Carroll, Nick Hastings
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid