Tryina get stuck in the pocket like now and laters
The world chewed me up but never spit me out cause I don't loose flavor
A new hater can get amputated they just add the blood to my pen and paper
Then I dance on em a minute later and that's the dugge
My style outta this world
They said you dug it but I never gave em the shovel to plant it
You bums couldn't handle my bars if you had wheels
They sleeping on me like night quill and a comfy palette
Back on my Braggadocious
I grew up and I'm still addicted to pain
Pissin of people that used to piss on my dreams
Moving two urinals down and they still stalking my schemes
Grab the ink and then I sink into a different dimension
While teacher taking my scribbles consistent
These rappers no competition
If I swing I'm never missing
This is why I'm constant trippin
Y'all don't want success y'all just want the road that's given
Detroit reppin tip toe steppin
Don't carry smith a Wesson but touch the fam I'll have you on a knee like you popped the question
Now huddle up and catch the message
I'm the best out the D
No pun intended
He probably deceased in the streets
Don't need no pendant
Jesus on yo chain don't make you holy
We building bridges to heal the gaps at yo feet
I know you never heard of me
But now you got no excuse
Authentic Raw Talent and I embody his truth
Arthur Harvey - FRONTSEAT FREESTYLE Lyrics
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Tryina get stuck in the pocket like now and laters
The world chewed me up but never spit me out cause I don't loose flavor
A new hater can get amputated they just add the blood to my pen and paper
Then I dance on em a minute later and that's the dugge
My style outta this world
They said you dug it but I never gave em the shovel to plant it
You bums couldn't handle my bars if you had wheels
They sleeping on me like night quill and a comfy palette
Back on my Braggadocious
I grew up and I'm still addicted to pain
Pissin of people that used to piss on my dreams
Moving two urinals down and they still stalking my schemes
Grab the ink and then I sink into a different dimension
While teacher taking my scribbles consistent
These rappers no competition
If I swing I'm never missing
This is why I'm constant trippin
Y'all don't want success y'all just want the road that's given
Detroit reppin tip toe steppin
Don't carry smith a Wesson but touch the fam I'll have you on a knee like you popped the question
Now huddle up and catch the message
I'm the best out the D
No pun intended
He probably deceased in the streets
Don't need no pendant
Jesus on yo chain don't make you holy
We building bridges to heal the gaps at yo feet
I know you never heard of me
But now you got no excuse
Authentic Raw Talent and I embody his truth
The world chewed me up but never spit me out cause I don't loose flavor
A new hater can get amputated they just add the blood to my pen and paper
Then I dance on em a minute later and that's the dugge
My style outta this world
They said you dug it but I never gave em the shovel to plant it
You bums couldn't handle my bars if you had wheels
They sleeping on me like night quill and a comfy palette
Back on my Braggadocious
I grew up and I'm still addicted to pain
Pissin of people that used to piss on my dreams
Moving two urinals down and they still stalking my schemes
Grab the ink and then I sink into a different dimension
While teacher taking my scribbles consistent
These rappers no competition
If I swing I'm never missing
This is why I'm constant trippin
Y'all don't want success y'all just want the road that's given
Detroit reppin tip toe steppin
Don't carry smith a Wesson but touch the fam I'll have you on a knee like you popped the question
Now huddle up and catch the message
I'm the best out the D
No pun intended
He probably deceased in the streets
Don't need no pendant
Jesus on yo chain don't make you holy
We building bridges to heal the gaps at yo feet
I know you never heard of me
But now you got no excuse
Authentic Raw Talent and I embody his truth
Writer: Arthur Harvey
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