(Strictly for your entertainment b-)
We picking and choosing. I'm not ready to lose yet.
This world gettin crazy. but we moving through it.
A wannabe Dreamville. A wannabe gangster.
These raps make ill. Sick like a game changer.
Teq with no chaser, lost in relation, these flows have never flowed better.
I'm rapping these lyrics, I'm moving the paper, all the way down to the letter.
We making records. We going Platinum, they can all call me a goal setter.
This music be real, so here is the deal, I'm rapping like Paul wrote them letters.
Back-to-back writing. pen to the paper. speakin on business and Dei per.
I'm changing the world. One word at a time and here is a taste of the labor.
This harvest is something else.
God gave me the gift, here the fruit, and I stock the shelf.
I use it like art and else.
I write every day like this beat put on display.
And if I gotta speak honest-ley.
Ion mean to spit fire like scorpion on a Saturday.
I know you reminisce and play.
But people be chattin and chattin and chattin Ey. (Brr).
And I'm back in the spirit. I'm writin, not no felony stuff. no indictment. I'm not stupid I'm livin. not dyin. when I praise him, God gives me the time and.
He the alpha, omega, and timeless. this a gift and its mine but I digress.
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(Strictly for your entertainment b-)
We picking and choosing. I'm not ready to lose yet.
This world gettin crazy. but we moving through it.
A wannabe Dreamville. A wannabe gangster.
These raps make ill. Sick like a game changer.
Teq with no chaser, lost in relation, these flows have never flowed better.
I'm rapping these lyrics, I'm moving the paper, all the way down to the letter.
We making records. We going Platinum, they can all call me a goal setter.
This music be real, so here is the deal, I'm rapping like Paul wrote them letters.
Back-to-back writing. pen to the paper. speakin on business and Dei per.
I'm changing the world. One word at a time and here is a taste of the labor.
This harvest is something else.
God gave me the gift, here the fruit, and I stock the shelf.
I use it like art and else.
I write every day like this beat put on display.
And if I gotta speak honest-ley.
Ion mean to spit fire like scorpion on a Saturday.
I know you reminisce and play.
But people be chattin and chattin and chattin Ey. (Brr).
And I'm back in the spirit. I'm writin, not no felony stuff. no indictment. I'm not stupid I'm livin. not dyin. when I praise him, God gives me the time and.
He the alpha, omega, and timeless. this a gift and its mine but I digress.
We picking and choosing. I'm not ready to lose yet.
This world gettin crazy. but we moving through it.
A wannabe Dreamville. A wannabe gangster.
These raps make ill. Sick like a game changer.
Teq with no chaser, lost in relation, these flows have never flowed better.
I'm rapping these lyrics, I'm moving the paper, all the way down to the letter.
We making records. We going Platinum, they can all call me a goal setter.
This music be real, so here is the deal, I'm rapping like Paul wrote them letters.
Back-to-back writing. pen to the paper. speakin on business and Dei per.
I'm changing the world. One word at a time and here is a taste of the labor.
This harvest is something else.
God gave me the gift, here the fruit, and I stock the shelf.
I use it like art and else.
I write every day like this beat put on display.
And if I gotta speak honest-ley.
Ion mean to spit fire like scorpion on a Saturday.
I know you reminisce and play.
But people be chattin and chattin and chattin Ey. (Brr).
And I'm back in the spirit. I'm writin, not no felony stuff. no indictment. I'm not stupid I'm livin. not dyin. when I praise him, God gives me the time and.
He the alpha, omega, and timeless. this a gift and its mine but I digress.
Writer: Elias Anderson
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