Aye yo
Elementary students always talking reckless
But luckily I graduated
Niggas want attention so bad that it's hella baited
Niggas watch a podcast their feelings getting elevated my God
They mad cause I'm the Rap God nigga don't never mention my name unless your five guys
Delivering orders I'm the Lieutenant rocking three stars
F*ck a top five if I'm the one upon the sea saw
These niggas don't match my weight and I can easily see it
They babble on a word salad using words with no meaning
Cause these bars in this spar real trash delete it I promise
You really don't want me up in my bag cause it gets real ugly when I start it will last my nigga
My pen too sharp to paint art with
I tear shit to shreds like it's hard to see on carpets
It's the fire in they eyes and my talent the one thing that sparked it nigga
I had to waste a beat on these niggas
The talent so discrete it's so different umh
These niggas reach they peak go figure
And I'm chilling on album ain't released yet
A classic after classic a nigga had to go reset
A click full of no names niggas a bunch of rejects
They really don't want problems they bluffing
They think writing rhymes a tall task but it's nothing
Give me five minutes
Ain't this how a boxer move swinging from defenses
It's Mayweather out of retirement you keep playing with matches gonna learn how the fire get
Known for always starting shit and trust me I finish
Take a leap you fall short now you stuck in the trenches my nigga
Yeah yeah
I'm still going
Elementary students always talking reckless
But luckily I graduated
Niggas want attention so bad that it's hella baited
Niggas watch a podcast their feelings getting elevated my God
I'm tired of niggas talking so much
Always lying on they dick about the bitches they f*cked
Always asking for a favor disappear in the clutch
Always riding coat tails till the driver mess up
Then they wanna act different then they back on your nuts my nigga
Munee and lord Brunson can only match the pen
And even them niggas know better you they know what time it is the Rap God
DeAngelo Xavier - To Whom it May Concern Lyrics
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Aye yo
Elementary students always talking reckless
But luckily I graduated
Niggas want attention so bad that it's hella baited
Niggas watch a podcast their feelings getting elevated my God
They mad cause I'm the Rap God nigga don't never mention my name unless your five guys
Delivering orders I'm the Lieutenant rocking three stars
F*ck a top five if I'm the one upon the sea saw
These niggas don't match my weight and I can easily see it
They babble on a word salad using words with no meaning
Cause these bars in this spar real trash delete it I promise
You really don't want me up in my bag cause it gets real ugly when I start it will last my nigga
My pen too sharp to paint art with
I tear shit to shreds like it's hard to see on carpets
It's the fire in they eyes and my talent the one thing that sparked it nigga
I had to waste a beat on these niggas
The talent so discrete it's so different umh
These niggas reach they peak go figure
And I'm chilling on album ain't released yet
A classic after classic a nigga had to go reset
A click full of no names niggas a bunch of rejects
They really don't want problems they bluffing
They think writing rhymes a tall task but it's nothing
Give me five minutes
Ain't this how a boxer move swinging from defenses
It's Mayweather out of retirement you keep playing with matches gonna learn how the fire get
Known for always starting shit and trust me I finish
Take a leap you fall short now you stuck in the trenches my nigga
Yeah yeah
I'm still going
Elementary students always talking reckless
But luckily I graduated
Niggas want attention so bad that it's hella baited
Niggas watch a podcast their feelings getting elevated my God
I'm tired of niggas talking so much
Always lying on they dick about the bitches they f*cked
Always asking for a favor disappear in the clutch
Always riding coat tails till the driver mess up
Then they wanna act different then they back on your nuts my nigga
Munee and lord Brunson can only match the pen
And even them niggas know better you they know what time it is the Rap God
Elementary students always talking reckless
But luckily I graduated
Niggas want attention so bad that it's hella baited
Niggas watch a podcast their feelings getting elevated my God
They mad cause I'm the Rap God nigga don't never mention my name unless your five guys
Delivering orders I'm the Lieutenant rocking three stars
F*ck a top five if I'm the one upon the sea saw
These niggas don't match my weight and I can easily see it
They babble on a word salad using words with no meaning
Cause these bars in this spar real trash delete it I promise
You really don't want me up in my bag cause it gets real ugly when I start it will last my nigga
My pen too sharp to paint art with
I tear shit to shreds like it's hard to see on carpets
It's the fire in they eyes and my talent the one thing that sparked it nigga
I had to waste a beat on these niggas
The talent so discrete it's so different umh
These niggas reach they peak go figure
And I'm chilling on album ain't released yet
A classic after classic a nigga had to go reset
A click full of no names niggas a bunch of rejects
They really don't want problems they bluffing
They think writing rhymes a tall task but it's nothing
Give me five minutes
Ain't this how a boxer move swinging from defenses
It's Mayweather out of retirement you keep playing with matches gonna learn how the fire get
Known for always starting shit and trust me I finish
Take a leap you fall short now you stuck in the trenches my nigga
Yeah yeah
I'm still going
Elementary students always talking reckless
But luckily I graduated
Niggas want attention so bad that it's hella baited
Niggas watch a podcast their feelings getting elevated my God
I'm tired of niggas talking so much
Always lying on they dick about the bitches they f*cked
Always asking for a favor disappear in the clutch
Always riding coat tails till the driver mess up
Then they wanna act different then they back on your nuts my nigga
Munee and lord Brunson can only match the pen
And even them niggas know better you they know what time it is the Rap God
Writer: DeAngelo Edmond
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