I'm not gon f*cking eat till i finish this f*cking verse
This shit my next classic
It's classics week
Every f*cking thing i drop is classics
Dreaming of 40 k on the dash
My flow wet but I'm yet to make a splash
Driving round LAX
With cuban breathe
Tossing self-made checks
My soul been running for a long time
F*ck that
My whole fam been running full-time
Since my poppa crossed the border
Sorta outta place
They say we lack the heart
Well that's what took my last flesh and blood
That's why it's more important than ever that we get this dub
I'm doing this for the broken dreams
So hoping seems
A little stronger than last week
I'm primed to blow just need a gas leak
I write these songs in seconds
I lift myself I'm inspiring reverands
I need that reverance
Put my beats next to dilla
My songs to the legends
I'm tryna elevate the industry up to the heavens
I don't want war
But I'm not afraid to pull out the weapons
So sound the horn I got my goats to the devils
Ain't supposed to boast to the rebels
But my vessels ready to revel
Let my lessons attest to the trouble
I wrestle demons and chuckle
They just all up in my head
Don't let em see you buckle
Name one f*cking rapper that wants it more than me
I'll spit these classics till I'm forty if that's what it takes