Blow the smoke in the air, I'm creating a cloud
Y'all better watch who you hating on now
Cause I perfected the craft and made my own sound
Although sometimes I'm afraid to go outside
The world is cold, it's got so many downsides
But I'mma up the cash, that's right son, I'm about mine
When it comes to talent, y'all can never doubt mine
Cause I've been doing this since we were smoking up in Cloud 9
Always work on something, ain't really got no downtime
And when it comes to hoes numbers, I hit the pound sign
I'm focused on money and rap, then afterwards I'll have the honeys intact
On the microphone, what's your impact
You one of those trap artists speaking bullshit through your wind flap
Stay in protective mode like a helmet with a chin strap
On the microphone, dawg, you've been whacked
Probably broke as hell asking the plug for a 10-sack
Smoking on that bomb shit, this that green grass
It's got me sagging like a beanbag
Could be talking an empty tank or weed when I say I need gas
Get torched in a battle, you asking for a rematch
Practice my little homie, trust me, you need that
Make these wack rappers bend like a kneecap
Hit the like button and subscribe, I'd enjoy the feedback
All I got is me, myself, and I
Why be with you and split this pie when you don't even get my vibe
You ain't even top 10, boy, step aside
Pay off Congress, middle finger to the lobbyists
I'm about to body this
Kicking the front door to the corrupt politicians like a karate kick
They let shooters walk up in schools, kill innocent kids when the shotty hits
And they fail to see what's wrong with this
Are both of these cult ancient parties sick
It just makes me so irate
There's ten millions in Ukraine where they can't keep our children safe
Sick of all the prayers, take some action, let's infill some faith
I bet these kids in class ain't feeling great
Another week goes by and shit is still the same
I wish I could find a way to heal the pain
That these families have suffered through, they must feel the strain
Could start revealing names
They sleep on us no matter what, so we shouldn't feel the same
When it comes to them, middle class people don't really f*ck with them
The Washington Bridge of Providence in the middle of a conundrum
McKee don't care, bro, you f*cking dumb
Y'all ain't nothing but some corrupt bums
Who do nothing but take from the people and disrupt funds
And I'm out with this rap, I'm f*cking done
Could rhyme all day
Thoughts from the sanctuary
Pass it while the dank is cherried
Haha, Jchron
We out!!!!!!!
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Blow the smoke in the air, I'm creating a cloud
Y'all better watch who you hating on now
Cause I perfected the craft and made my own sound
Although sometimes I'm afraid to go outside
The world is cold, it's got so many downsides
But I'mma up the cash, that's right son, I'm about mine
When it comes to talent, y'all can never doubt mine
Cause I've been doing this since we were smoking up in Cloud 9
Always work on something, ain't really got no downtime
And when it comes to hoes numbers, I hit the pound sign
I'm focused on money and rap, then afterwards I'll have the honeys intact
On the microphone, what's your impact
You one of those trap artists speaking bullshit through your wind flap
Stay in protective mode like a helmet with a chin strap
On the microphone, dawg, you've been whacked
Probably broke as hell asking the plug for a 10-sack
Smoking on that bomb shit, this that green grass
It's got me sagging like a beanbag
Could be talking an empty tank or weed when I say I need gas
Get torched in a battle, you asking for a rematch
Practice my little homie, trust me, you need that
Make these wack rappers bend like a kneecap
Hit the like button and subscribe, I'd enjoy the feedback
All I got is me, myself, and I
Why be with you and split this pie when you don't even get my vibe
You ain't even top 10, boy, step aside
Pay off Congress, middle finger to the lobbyists
I'm about to body this
Kicking the front door to the corrupt politicians like a karate kick
They let shooters walk up in schools, kill innocent kids when the shotty hits
And they fail to see what's wrong with this
Are both of these cult ancient parties sick
It just makes me so irate
There's ten millions in Ukraine where they can't keep our children safe
Sick of all the prayers, take some action, let's infill some faith
I bet these kids in class ain't feeling great
Another week goes by and shit is still the same
I wish I could find a way to heal the pain
That these families have suffered through, they must feel the strain
Could start revealing names
They sleep on us no matter what, so we shouldn't feel the same
When it comes to them, middle class people don't really f*ck with them
The Washington Bridge of Providence in the middle of a conundrum
McKee don't care, bro, you f*cking dumb
Y'all ain't nothing but some corrupt bums
Who do nothing but take from the people and disrupt funds
And I'm out with this rap, I'm f*cking done
Could rhyme all day
Thoughts from the sanctuary
Pass it while the dank is cherried
Haha, Jchron
We out!!!!!!!
Y'all better watch who you hating on now
Cause I perfected the craft and made my own sound
Although sometimes I'm afraid to go outside
The world is cold, it's got so many downsides
But I'mma up the cash, that's right son, I'm about mine
When it comes to talent, y'all can never doubt mine
Cause I've been doing this since we were smoking up in Cloud 9
Always work on something, ain't really got no downtime
And when it comes to hoes numbers, I hit the pound sign
I'm focused on money and rap, then afterwards I'll have the honeys intact
On the microphone, what's your impact
You one of those trap artists speaking bullshit through your wind flap
Stay in protective mode like a helmet with a chin strap
On the microphone, dawg, you've been whacked
Probably broke as hell asking the plug for a 10-sack
Smoking on that bomb shit, this that green grass
It's got me sagging like a beanbag
Could be talking an empty tank or weed when I say I need gas
Get torched in a battle, you asking for a rematch
Practice my little homie, trust me, you need that
Make these wack rappers bend like a kneecap
Hit the like button and subscribe, I'd enjoy the feedback
All I got is me, myself, and I
Why be with you and split this pie when you don't even get my vibe
You ain't even top 10, boy, step aside
Pay off Congress, middle finger to the lobbyists
I'm about to body this
Kicking the front door to the corrupt politicians like a karate kick
They let shooters walk up in schools, kill innocent kids when the shotty hits
And they fail to see what's wrong with this
Are both of these cult ancient parties sick
It just makes me so irate
There's ten millions in Ukraine where they can't keep our children safe
Sick of all the prayers, take some action, let's infill some faith
I bet these kids in class ain't feeling great
Another week goes by and shit is still the same
I wish I could find a way to heal the pain
That these families have suffered through, they must feel the strain
Could start revealing names
They sleep on us no matter what, so we shouldn't feel the same
When it comes to them, middle class people don't really f*ck with them
The Washington Bridge of Providence in the middle of a conundrum
McKee don't care, bro, you f*cking dumb
Y'all ain't nothing but some corrupt bums
Who do nothing but take from the people and disrupt funds
And I'm out with this rap, I'm f*cking done
Could rhyme all day
Thoughts from the sanctuary
Pass it while the dank is cherried
Haha, Jchron
We out!!!!!!!
Writer: Joseph Constancia
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid