This is the Eskimo season you heard it from Elfa you don't need a reason
Missing the regular treason you hate on my shit but you still gon be hearing
Saying that I'm not your favourite rapper, you know that shit's racketeering
Tear in my eye from all of the feelings I caught (Man f*ck feelings)
You need to stop, questioning, how Ima make it
Around your friends man you know I'm debated
Grammy by 24, fated
Plate of a fire poem, ate it
Tryna go toe to toe?
Weigh in I'm waiting on you with the pencil inside of my holster I'm shooting up all of your crew (Damn they confused)
Really? Bars silly
Gotta practice some generosity
Ima leave my book in one of y'all cities
Get you hunting for it like it's gold really, really
Really I'm killing time, finding rhymes
Mixing lime with the water, f*ck the wine
Never lying to my brothers on my life keep it solid till the day I die
This is the Eskimo season you heard it from Elfa you don't need a reason
Missing the regular treason you hate on my shit but you still gon be hearing
Saying that I'm not your favorite rapper, you know that shit's racketeering
Tear in my eye from all of the feelings I caught (Man f*ck them feelings)
Tell me have you heard a rapper that's dropping shit like this
You know they gon bite this
Send me a beat for a dollar or minus
Then call me your highness
If police pull up and they see what we doing on tracks, I know they gon fine us
But maybe the streets'll be with me, and protests will happen like morning assembly
I'm tryna be why they just shut off the city
I gotta see how I can hang out with Fifty
I wanna go big I don't want itty bitty
You know my nigga I work harder than Diddy (Ahahaha)
Assumin' the nigga be chilling
My dreams forgot there's a ceiling
And only remembered when hate was revealing
From niggas I knew ever since we were children
Pilgrims
What Ima call em
Y'all stuck in your houses like Macaulay Culkin
Home full of family feeling alone and
You dare to tell me I can't see what's wrong?
Think about it
I came a long way but you're sure to doubt it
Forget about it
The Eskimo Season is here so make sure your speakers are at the loudest
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This is the Eskimo season you heard it from Elfa you don't need a reason
Missing the regular treason you hate on my shit but you still gon be hearing
Saying that I'm not your favourite rapper, you know that shit's racketeering
Tear in my eye from all of the feelings I caught (Man f*ck feelings)
You need to stop, questioning, how Ima make it
Around your friends man you know I'm debated
Grammy by 24, fated
Plate of a fire poem, ate it
Tryna go toe to toe?
Weigh in I'm waiting on you with the pencil inside of my holster I'm shooting up all of your crew (Damn they confused)
Really? Bars silly
Gotta practice some generosity
Ima leave my book in one of y'all cities
Get you hunting for it like it's gold really, really
Really I'm killing time, finding rhymes
Mixing lime with the water, f*ck the wine
Never lying to my brothers on my life keep it solid till the day I die
This is the Eskimo season you heard it from Elfa you don't need a reason
Missing the regular treason you hate on my shit but you still gon be hearing
Saying that I'm not your favorite rapper, you know that shit's racketeering
Tear in my eye from all of the feelings I caught (Man f*ck them feelings)
Tell me have you heard a rapper that's dropping shit like this
You know they gon bite this
Send me a beat for a dollar or minus
Then call me your highness
If police pull up and they see what we doing on tracks, I know they gon fine us
But maybe the streets'll be with me, and protests will happen like morning assembly
I'm tryna be why they just shut off the city
I gotta see how I can hang out with Fifty
I wanna go big I don't want itty bitty
You know my nigga I work harder than Diddy (Ahahaha)
Assumin' the nigga be chilling
My dreams forgot there's a ceiling
And only remembered when hate was revealing
From niggas I knew ever since we were children
Pilgrims
What Ima call em
Y'all stuck in your houses like Macaulay Culkin
Home full of family feeling alone and
You dare to tell me I can't see what's wrong?
Think about it
I came a long way but you're sure to doubt it
Forget about it
The Eskimo Season is here so make sure your speakers are at the loudest
Missing the regular treason you hate on my shit but you still gon be hearing
Saying that I'm not your favourite rapper, you know that shit's racketeering
Tear in my eye from all of the feelings I caught (Man f*ck feelings)
You need to stop, questioning, how Ima make it
Around your friends man you know I'm debated
Grammy by 24, fated
Plate of a fire poem, ate it
Tryna go toe to toe?
Weigh in I'm waiting on you with the pencil inside of my holster I'm shooting up all of your crew (Damn they confused)
Really? Bars silly
Gotta practice some generosity
Ima leave my book in one of y'all cities
Get you hunting for it like it's gold really, really
Really I'm killing time, finding rhymes
Mixing lime with the water, f*ck the wine
Never lying to my brothers on my life keep it solid till the day I die
This is the Eskimo season you heard it from Elfa you don't need a reason
Missing the regular treason you hate on my shit but you still gon be hearing
Saying that I'm not your favorite rapper, you know that shit's racketeering
Tear in my eye from all of the feelings I caught (Man f*ck them feelings)
Tell me have you heard a rapper that's dropping shit like this
You know they gon bite this
Send me a beat for a dollar or minus
Then call me your highness
If police pull up and they see what we doing on tracks, I know they gon fine us
But maybe the streets'll be with me, and protests will happen like morning assembly
I'm tryna be why they just shut off the city
I gotta see how I can hang out with Fifty
I wanna go big I don't want itty bitty
You know my nigga I work harder than Diddy (Ahahaha)
Assumin' the nigga be chilling
My dreams forgot there's a ceiling
And only remembered when hate was revealing
From niggas I knew ever since we were children
Pilgrims
What Ima call em
Y'all stuck in your houses like Macaulay Culkin
Home full of family feeling alone and
You dare to tell me I can't see what's wrong?
Think about it
I came a long way but you're sure to doubt it
Forget about it
The Eskimo Season is here so make sure your speakers are at the loudest
Writer: Mohamed Elfatih Musa
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid