Landalin - Excalibur Lyrics

Go write little Landon write, write
Go write little Landon write, write
Go write little Landon write, write
Go write little Landon write, write
Go write little Landon write, write
Go write little Landon write, write
Go write little Landon write
Back when I was tappin' on them tables I was 15
Tryna write a 16, I swore to God my shit clean
Hoodie on like Jedi, forces lookin' very mean
Shoppin' on my lunch breaks, workin' at that Dairy Queen
Tryna write some cleva lines just for some honeys
A couple dummy metaphors like I be swimmin' in money
So I'm busy flippin' 'em pages, bumpin' instrumental playlists
When two haters rolled up on my table, knew it 'cause the bench was shakin'
Sayin' this 'n' that, like what you doin'? (Who the f*ck are you?)
Snatched the shit up out my hand, I'm ready like a cardinal
Second guessin', further assessin' I heard they mess with weapons
If I don't impress 'em they might jump me when class ain't in session
Started clownin' me, no bitchin' but still they houndin' me
They playin' keep away with my spiral, the shit was foul to me
Teacher rolled up on 'em scoldin' 'em to take a seat
Tucked my shit up in they shirts, laughin' while they up 'n' leave, this them
Study Hall sessions
I'm tryna kill with precision, so every day I wield the pen like a weapon
My shit Excalibur, swingin' it with minimal energy
Feelin' like I'm finna conquer my enemies
I'm thinkin' bout them Study Hall sessions
Didn't know a damn thing and now they see me flowin' the damn thing
It feels like it was yesterday, long before I got up in The Spot
Tuck my anger up in every line I jot, but at least I got them
Study Hall sessions, all aggression in my cadence
My daddy steady deployed, so my mama would practice patience
She noticed the change in clothin' and how I sway when I'm strollin'
I fell in love with that image 'til I realized it was stolen
Ok, back to that table while I'm twitchin', palms itchin'
Tryna fantasize a perfect killin', while these muthaf*ckas grinnin'
Hypocrites, flippin' through my shit, tryna critic it
Which is kinda funny, coulda swore they was illiterate
Lookin' back I chock it up to ignorance
How the hell was they supposed to know I would kill this shit
And I been shakin' famous hands and neva for benefits
I'd rather ask 'em later when I'm rich to remember it
So this'll be the track, the metaphorical smack
I shoulda laid on them cats, but didn't and stuck to rappin'
And now I'm finally snappin', Plain and Simple got the map
Ain't no man can take ya vision so, why the f*ck I'm reminiscin' back? To them
Study Hall sessions
I'm tryna kill with precision, so every day I wield the pen like a weapon
My shit Excalibur, swingin' it with minimal energy
Feelin' like I'm finna conquer my enemies
I'm thinkin' bout them Study Hall sessions
Didn't know a damn thing and now they see me flowin' the damn thing
It feels like it was yesterday, long before I got up in The Spot
Tuck my anger up in every line I jot, but at least I got them Study Hall sessions
Go write little Landon write, write- (He said this and she said that)
Go write little Landon write, write- (I said, he said this and then she said that but f*ck 'em)
Go write little Landon write, write- (He said this and she said that but f*ck 'em)
Go write little Landon write, write- (F*ck 'em)
Go write little Landon write, write- (F*ck 'em)
Go write little Landon write, write- (F*ck 'em)
Go write little Landon write, write- (F*ck 'em)
Go write