No need for inspiration, this game tasteless
They fans brainless, they favorites is hella Angus
They smell beef and sense danger, where they fangs at
I whip shit like I'm Genghis, and murder aimless
Too scared to name drop, I'm not, sketch your name in my bars
Too late to pause when the war is on, I'm war ready
In the war zone, born legend in flesh
Who got them numbers invested, I'm aiming straight for your neck
No time to talk, I'm busy, old hoes can't get me
F*ck I look like a boomerang, more like a frisbee
How to reach once released, lone wolf when missing
Almost had a nigga blind, downplaying my vision
Say I ran out of time, really time was wasted
Niggas faces moving, never action, movies with all the drama
Nah, niggas moving like a llama in Sahara, I'm in Ostrich
Tryna piggyback, drop a nigga like I'm Hopson
Gotta steady flow, bet they try to stop the faucet
Be the ones you love, with they picture in the locket
I never make a promise, quickest way to be dishonest
I can never wager honor steady, tryna get my armor right
Nigga I was born to write, lines like I'm Walter White
Chemists how I bomb the mic, told them that I'm Heisenberg
Nitroglycerin up in my verse, speak the future in my nouns
Kay-Todd, pound for pound, got the most heat
Fire pit in hell, how I roast beats
Tryna take the music, coast to coast b
Please don't approach me, riding on my coattail
No sir, too long, myself was intern
Had to study all my leaders, going blind, on computers
Late nights making music, no time for pupils
Selfish cause I need to be, me my people need to eat
Run a couple laps, trust I'm giving back
Grab a mic, get busy, shine bright for my city
On this road, hope no weapon form, prosper against me
Keep my ego in check, for all the demons that tempt me
Making sure my great grandbaby's pockets ain't empty
Grab a mic, get busy, shine bright for my city
On this road, hope no weapon form, prosper against me
Keep my ego in check, for all the demons that tempt me
Making sure my great grandbaby's pockets ain't empty
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No need for inspiration, this game tasteless
They fans brainless, they favorites is hella Angus
They smell beef and sense danger, where they fangs at
I whip shit like I'm Genghis, and murder aimless
Too scared to name drop, I'm not, sketch your name in my bars
Too late to pause when the war is on, I'm war ready
In the war zone, born legend in flesh
Who got them numbers invested, I'm aiming straight for your neck
No time to talk, I'm busy, old hoes can't get me
F*ck I look like a boomerang, more like a frisbee
How to reach once released, lone wolf when missing
Almost had a nigga blind, downplaying my vision
Say I ran out of time, really time was wasted
Niggas faces moving, never action, movies with all the drama
Nah, niggas moving like a llama in Sahara, I'm in Ostrich
Tryna piggyback, drop a nigga like I'm Hopson
Gotta steady flow, bet they try to stop the faucet
Be the ones you love, with they picture in the locket
I never make a promise, quickest way to be dishonest
I can never wager honor steady, tryna get my armor right
Nigga I was born to write, lines like I'm Walter White
Chemists how I bomb the mic, told them that I'm Heisenberg
Nitroglycerin up in my verse, speak the future in my nouns
Kay-Todd, pound for pound, got the most heat
Fire pit in hell, how I roast beats
Tryna take the music, coast to coast b
Please don't approach me, riding on my coattail
No sir, too long, myself was intern
Had to study all my leaders, going blind, on computers
Late nights making music, no time for pupils
Selfish cause I need to be, me my people need to eat
Run a couple laps, trust I'm giving back
Grab a mic, get busy, shine bright for my city
On this road, hope no weapon form, prosper against me
Keep my ego in check, for all the demons that tempt me
Making sure my great grandbaby's pockets ain't empty
Grab a mic, get busy, shine bright for my city
On this road, hope no weapon form, prosper against me
Keep my ego in check, for all the demons that tempt me
Making sure my great grandbaby's pockets ain't empty
They fans brainless, they favorites is hella Angus
They smell beef and sense danger, where they fangs at
I whip shit like I'm Genghis, and murder aimless
Too scared to name drop, I'm not, sketch your name in my bars
Too late to pause when the war is on, I'm war ready
In the war zone, born legend in flesh
Who got them numbers invested, I'm aiming straight for your neck
No time to talk, I'm busy, old hoes can't get me
F*ck I look like a boomerang, more like a frisbee
How to reach once released, lone wolf when missing
Almost had a nigga blind, downplaying my vision
Say I ran out of time, really time was wasted
Niggas faces moving, never action, movies with all the drama
Nah, niggas moving like a llama in Sahara, I'm in Ostrich
Tryna piggyback, drop a nigga like I'm Hopson
Gotta steady flow, bet they try to stop the faucet
Be the ones you love, with they picture in the locket
I never make a promise, quickest way to be dishonest
I can never wager honor steady, tryna get my armor right
Nigga I was born to write, lines like I'm Walter White
Chemists how I bomb the mic, told them that I'm Heisenberg
Nitroglycerin up in my verse, speak the future in my nouns
Kay-Todd, pound for pound, got the most heat
Fire pit in hell, how I roast beats
Tryna take the music, coast to coast b
Please don't approach me, riding on my coattail
No sir, too long, myself was intern
Had to study all my leaders, going blind, on computers
Late nights making music, no time for pupils
Selfish cause I need to be, me my people need to eat
Run a couple laps, trust I'm giving back
Grab a mic, get busy, shine bright for my city
On this road, hope no weapon form, prosper against me
Keep my ego in check, for all the demons that tempt me
Making sure my great grandbaby's pockets ain't empty
Grab a mic, get busy, shine bright for my city
On this road, hope no weapon form, prosper against me
Keep my ego in check, for all the demons that tempt me
Making sure my great grandbaby's pockets ain't empty
Writer: Karriem Devaughn
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid