Sprouting loud chowder live from the f*ckin bedroom
Ideas constantly coming from my brain to my pencil
This pain that I be speaking on is not for entertaining
Turning artists into villains like any given Sunday
That's why I'll never fold like my thicc ass comforter
Penetrate the game like my fist came from under you
Radiohead was five guys but I'm not a f*ckin burger place
I'll call Kenan Thompson for the secret sauce recipe (dude)
Everybody boppin' but what's next is the young boy
Grapin competition turning them into my f*cktoys
On foenem I'll roast em every last one of you
Sticky fingaz in the hood would do that shit for a blunt or two
Others got the motorcade I pull up on my moped
Bedroom music turns out better than what most did
Respect to the OG's not old heads
Thought I'd OD but this a slow death
Don't need no hook to make my songs good
My bars trap your ears like poverty inside the hoods
I shoulda woulda coulda blown up at this point but I ain't a sellout
Until I have sold out and sell till I'm selled out
The sounds that I shell out hits you in your ear canal
Fear the weary traveler with goods from far and near
Imma travel that and wide
Imma make my message clear
There's only one young man to fear and he ain't even a rapper guys
I hop on this shit like a trampoline
Take you to new heights lil homie cant you see
Free your mind little man emancipate the peace from the industry
It's not pharisee funded you so sadducee
You think cause I talk white I had a walk in life
Mine's a little more like walter white had an altercation with cops and geists
And got caught up in some strange shit that led to some estrangement arrangements
But I ain't going apeshit
I'm just glad that I survived this long far gone I made it
You forgot about my songs until you went back and played it
Now you hooked, you can't stop, I'm not rock
I'm not soft, but no holmes I am not Aesop
Reached Christ consciouses but then I got bored
Took a couple tabs 2 hours later I'm floored
To the stars I'm shooting rooting that I head towards
Or maybe I could be something more
I'm out
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Sprouting loud chowder live from the f*ckin bedroom
Ideas constantly coming from my brain to my pencil
This pain that I be speaking on is not for entertaining
Turning artists into villains like any given Sunday
That's why I'll never fold like my thicc ass comforter
Penetrate the game like my fist came from under you
Radiohead was five guys but I'm not a f*ckin burger place
I'll call Kenan Thompson for the secret sauce recipe (dude)
Everybody boppin' but what's next is the young boy
Grapin competition turning them into my f*cktoys
On foenem I'll roast em every last one of you
Sticky fingaz in the hood would do that shit for a blunt or two
Others got the motorcade I pull up on my moped
Bedroom music turns out better than what most did
Respect to the OG's not old heads
Thought I'd OD but this a slow death
Don't need no hook to make my songs good
My bars trap your ears like poverty inside the hoods
I shoulda woulda coulda blown up at this point but I ain't a sellout
Until I have sold out and sell till I'm selled out
The sounds that I shell out hits you in your ear canal
Fear the weary traveler with goods from far and near
Imma travel that and wide
Imma make my message clear
There's only one young man to fear and he ain't even a rapper guys
I hop on this shit like a trampoline
Take you to new heights lil homie cant you see
Free your mind little man emancipate the peace from the industry
It's not pharisee funded you so sadducee
You think cause I talk white I had a walk in life
Mine's a little more like walter white had an altercation with cops and geists
And got caught up in some strange shit that led to some estrangement arrangements
But I ain't going apeshit
I'm just glad that I survived this long far gone I made it
You forgot about my songs until you went back and played it
Now you hooked, you can't stop, I'm not rock
I'm not soft, but no holmes I am not Aesop
Reached Christ consciouses but then I got bored
Took a couple tabs 2 hours later I'm floored
To the stars I'm shooting rooting that I head towards
Or maybe I could be something more
I'm out
Ideas constantly coming from my brain to my pencil
This pain that I be speaking on is not for entertaining
Turning artists into villains like any given Sunday
That's why I'll never fold like my thicc ass comforter
Penetrate the game like my fist came from under you
Radiohead was five guys but I'm not a f*ckin burger place
I'll call Kenan Thompson for the secret sauce recipe (dude)
Everybody boppin' but what's next is the young boy
Grapin competition turning them into my f*cktoys
On foenem I'll roast em every last one of you
Sticky fingaz in the hood would do that shit for a blunt or two
Others got the motorcade I pull up on my moped
Bedroom music turns out better than what most did
Respect to the OG's not old heads
Thought I'd OD but this a slow death
Don't need no hook to make my songs good
My bars trap your ears like poverty inside the hoods
I shoulda woulda coulda blown up at this point but I ain't a sellout
Until I have sold out and sell till I'm selled out
The sounds that I shell out hits you in your ear canal
Fear the weary traveler with goods from far and near
Imma travel that and wide
Imma make my message clear
There's only one young man to fear and he ain't even a rapper guys
I hop on this shit like a trampoline
Take you to new heights lil homie cant you see
Free your mind little man emancipate the peace from the industry
It's not pharisee funded you so sadducee
You think cause I talk white I had a walk in life
Mine's a little more like walter white had an altercation with cops and geists
And got caught up in some strange shit that led to some estrangement arrangements
But I ain't going apeshit
I'm just glad that I survived this long far gone I made it
You forgot about my songs until you went back and played it
Now you hooked, you can't stop, I'm not rock
I'm not soft, but no holmes I am not Aesop
Reached Christ consciouses but then I got bored
Took a couple tabs 2 hours later I'm floored
To the stars I'm shooting rooting that I head towards
Or maybe I could be something more
I'm out
Writer: Sean Grapin
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