You stressed to best me
You cap, them hook are critically panned, they never land successfully
My shit lands on its toes and absorbs the impact into the muscle
You f*cked up your ankle and now you run slow
Your whole perspective, it seems, is f*cked up on the game
Niggas eager to say something, but ain't got something to say
You claim you dropped pain on the streets, nobody heard it
Niggas quoting my verses like I wrote 'em for the churches
Simple lines like that gon' resurface and get you hot
Like "I could've thought of that" but you didn't, did you, Doc?
You wanna be the rapper that did it off lyrics only
But it's only your lyrics we think are phony
Your beats is banging, but that's about it
It sound like you rap about a lot, but you ain't been about shit
Niggas standing below me tryna make me out as a rival in their rhymes
I never thought about these niggas when I wrote mine
Real niggas that know me know I be biding my time
Just to pop out and drop bombs like Obama 2009
I been moving in 4k before Mickey picked me
You tryna make the dream work, nigga we going Disney
It's us versus the world like Scott, we got they key
I heard France is the way for American boys like we
The legacy been prophesied like the boy from Marcy
The Lord been showing me mercy since I had a heartbeat
My heart match the bpm of any beat that spin
The pen game Promethean
And you know the flow been the seven seas even though
I'm only repping about three of them
Honest, I never flaunted or ever pretended like I was more
For audiences, but they don't highlight the real in this kinda sport
So it's back to the fort, I take a season to plan
This summer I'm busting heads, call me Auguste Rodin
Shouts Murjoni, that's fam, she got vision and heart
Taught me how to leave my fingerprints on the art
Sent the cease and desist to your parts, you need to drop it
If the feeling persists in your heart, I need to stop it
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You stressed to best me
You cap, them hook are critically panned, they never land successfully
My shit lands on its toes and absorbs the impact into the muscle
You f*cked up your ankle and now you run slow
Your whole perspective, it seems, is f*cked up on the game
Niggas eager to say something, but ain't got something to say
You claim you dropped pain on the streets, nobody heard it
Niggas quoting my verses like I wrote 'em for the churches
Simple lines like that gon' resurface and get you hot
Like "I could've thought of that" but you didn't, did you, Doc?
You wanna be the rapper that did it off lyrics only
But it's only your lyrics we think are phony
Your beats is banging, but that's about it
It sound like you rap about a lot, but you ain't been about shit
Niggas standing below me tryna make me out as a rival in their rhymes
I never thought about these niggas when I wrote mine
Real niggas that know me know I be biding my time
Just to pop out and drop bombs like Obama 2009
I been moving in 4k before Mickey picked me
You tryna make the dream work, nigga we going Disney
It's us versus the world like Scott, we got they key
I heard France is the way for American boys like we
The legacy been prophesied like the boy from Marcy
The Lord been showing me mercy since I had a heartbeat
My heart match the bpm of any beat that spin
The pen game Promethean
And you know the flow been the seven seas even though
I'm only repping about three of them
Honest, I never flaunted or ever pretended like I was more
For audiences, but they don't highlight the real in this kinda sport
So it's back to the fort, I take a season to plan
This summer I'm busting heads, call me Auguste Rodin
Shouts Murjoni, that's fam, she got vision and heart
Taught me how to leave my fingerprints on the art
Sent the cease and desist to your parts, you need to drop it
If the feeling persists in your heart, I need to stop it
You cap, them hook are critically panned, they never land successfully
My shit lands on its toes and absorbs the impact into the muscle
You f*cked up your ankle and now you run slow
Your whole perspective, it seems, is f*cked up on the game
Niggas eager to say something, but ain't got something to say
You claim you dropped pain on the streets, nobody heard it
Niggas quoting my verses like I wrote 'em for the churches
Simple lines like that gon' resurface and get you hot
Like "I could've thought of that" but you didn't, did you, Doc?
You wanna be the rapper that did it off lyrics only
But it's only your lyrics we think are phony
Your beats is banging, but that's about it
It sound like you rap about a lot, but you ain't been about shit
Niggas standing below me tryna make me out as a rival in their rhymes
I never thought about these niggas when I wrote mine
Real niggas that know me know I be biding my time
Just to pop out and drop bombs like Obama 2009
I been moving in 4k before Mickey picked me
You tryna make the dream work, nigga we going Disney
It's us versus the world like Scott, we got they key
I heard France is the way for American boys like we
The legacy been prophesied like the boy from Marcy
The Lord been showing me mercy since I had a heartbeat
My heart match the bpm of any beat that spin
The pen game Promethean
And you know the flow been the seven seas even though
I'm only repping about three of them
Honest, I never flaunted or ever pretended like I was more
For audiences, but they don't highlight the real in this kinda sport
So it's back to the fort, I take a season to plan
This summer I'm busting heads, call me Auguste Rodin
Shouts Murjoni, that's fam, she got vision and heart
Taught me how to leave my fingerprints on the art
Sent the cease and desist to your parts, you need to drop it
If the feeling persists in your heart, I need to stop it
Writer: Dezimond Fisher Jr
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid