Crossing paths with presidents, I kill this beat no evidence
My talent must be heaven sent, I'm running off of diesel, painting pictures on an easel
Some people think I'm evil, cause they know my beats are lethal
You could never pull this off, so know we are not equal
Foreshadowing my glory like I'm living in the prequel
Wind flowing in the grass, smoking while I'm skipping class
Instead of doing homework, all I want to do is write these raps
No cap, Buzby make the beat slap
Possessed, tell me where the priest at
No less, popping like the grease hot
I taught myself, that's why all of my beats rock
You know what time it is, you know what time it's not
It's not time to play around, it's time to make it rock
You know what time it is, you know what time it's not
It's not time to play around, it's time to make it rock
Talking down on me, like I ain't some prodigy
Making love, baby girl that's just my salary
Feel it coming like an earthquake or a tidal wave
All this gray in life, hoping for some better days
I tell you what, I don't really give a f*ck
It's pennies to the dollars bruh, come through the back like an enema
She threw it back like lateral I'm Tom Brady in the Superbowl
Controversial but comfortable I'm in the zone, I'm in the zone
I'm in the zone, I'm in the zone, my endless flows attract the hoes
I ain't got no bros who won't come to my shows
I don't wanna talk, just leave me alone
That's black on red in my two-tone phone
Get left on read when you hit my phone
I'm not really sure if you heard my tone
I'm going to the top and I'm doing it alone
I'm a matchstick, strike me, I'm gon' spark it
She wanna finish but she didn't wanna start it
I think she Finnish, maybe Swedish, yeah she Nordic
She works Ikea cause she doesn't have a target
She should be a model, bought her bottles for tomorrow
Getting rocky like I'm Flacko, I just put this shit in auto
I'm a prodigy, baby, everybody notice me
Anyone deny it, tell 'em get the f*ck up off of me
Talking down on me, like I ain't some prodigy
Making love, baby girl that's just my salary
Feel it coming like an earthquake or a tidal wave
All this gray in life, hoping for some better days
Talking down on me, like I ain't some prodigy
Making love, baby girl that's just my salary
Feel it coming like an earthquake or a tidal wave
All this gray in life, hoping for some better days
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Crossing paths with presidents, I kill this beat no evidence
My talent must be heaven sent, I'm running off of diesel, painting pictures on an easel
Some people think I'm evil, cause they know my beats are lethal
You could never pull this off, so know we are not equal
Foreshadowing my glory like I'm living in the prequel
Wind flowing in the grass, smoking while I'm skipping class
Instead of doing homework, all I want to do is write these raps
No cap, Buzby make the beat slap
Possessed, tell me where the priest at
No less, popping like the grease hot
I taught myself, that's why all of my beats rock
You know what time it is, you know what time it's not
It's not time to play around, it's time to make it rock
You know what time it is, you know what time it's not
It's not time to play around, it's time to make it rock
Talking down on me, like I ain't some prodigy
Making love, baby girl that's just my salary
Feel it coming like an earthquake or a tidal wave
All this gray in life, hoping for some better days
I tell you what, I don't really give a f*ck
It's pennies to the dollars bruh, come through the back like an enema
She threw it back like lateral I'm Tom Brady in the Superbowl
Controversial but comfortable I'm in the zone, I'm in the zone
I'm in the zone, I'm in the zone, my endless flows attract the hoes
I ain't got no bros who won't come to my shows
I don't wanna talk, just leave me alone
That's black on red in my two-tone phone
Get left on read when you hit my phone
I'm not really sure if you heard my tone
I'm going to the top and I'm doing it alone
I'm a matchstick, strike me, I'm gon' spark it
She wanna finish but she didn't wanna start it
I think she Finnish, maybe Swedish, yeah she Nordic
She works Ikea cause she doesn't have a target
She should be a model, bought her bottles for tomorrow
Getting rocky like I'm Flacko, I just put this shit in auto
I'm a prodigy, baby, everybody notice me
Anyone deny it, tell 'em get the f*ck up off of me
Talking down on me, like I ain't some prodigy
Making love, baby girl that's just my salary
Feel it coming like an earthquake or a tidal wave
All this gray in life, hoping for some better days
Talking down on me, like I ain't some prodigy
Making love, baby girl that's just my salary
Feel it coming like an earthquake or a tidal wave
All this gray in life, hoping for some better days
My talent must be heaven sent, I'm running off of diesel, painting pictures on an easel
Some people think I'm evil, cause they know my beats are lethal
You could never pull this off, so know we are not equal
Foreshadowing my glory like I'm living in the prequel
Wind flowing in the grass, smoking while I'm skipping class
Instead of doing homework, all I want to do is write these raps
No cap, Buzby make the beat slap
Possessed, tell me where the priest at
No less, popping like the grease hot
I taught myself, that's why all of my beats rock
You know what time it is, you know what time it's not
It's not time to play around, it's time to make it rock
You know what time it is, you know what time it's not
It's not time to play around, it's time to make it rock
Talking down on me, like I ain't some prodigy
Making love, baby girl that's just my salary
Feel it coming like an earthquake or a tidal wave
All this gray in life, hoping for some better days
I tell you what, I don't really give a f*ck
It's pennies to the dollars bruh, come through the back like an enema
She threw it back like lateral I'm Tom Brady in the Superbowl
Controversial but comfortable I'm in the zone, I'm in the zone
I'm in the zone, I'm in the zone, my endless flows attract the hoes
I ain't got no bros who won't come to my shows
I don't wanna talk, just leave me alone
That's black on red in my two-tone phone
Get left on read when you hit my phone
I'm not really sure if you heard my tone
I'm going to the top and I'm doing it alone
I'm a matchstick, strike me, I'm gon' spark it
She wanna finish but she didn't wanna start it
I think she Finnish, maybe Swedish, yeah she Nordic
She works Ikea cause she doesn't have a target
She should be a model, bought her bottles for tomorrow
Getting rocky like I'm Flacko, I just put this shit in auto
I'm a prodigy, baby, everybody notice me
Anyone deny it, tell 'em get the f*ck up off of me
Talking down on me, like I ain't some prodigy
Making love, baby girl that's just my salary
Feel it coming like an earthquake or a tidal wave
All this gray in life, hoping for some better days
Talking down on me, like I ain't some prodigy
Making love, baby girl that's just my salary
Feel it coming like an earthquake or a tidal wave
All this gray in life, hoping for some better days
Writer: Elliott Buzby
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