Don't underestimate
No time to leave the faith
I brought rhymes to tape
This style is great
Take a deep breathe an you'll see what's made behind the scenes off all the haze the newest a craze
I'm feelin a taste off the tip of my tongue
An I'm bringing it home for tellin' my own
Nobody's gotta know what I'm bout to blow this mics my only hope to keep me afloat
This beats a-dope tellin' me what to know an how to go
Start a new note an feel the flow
I'm chillen' out in a world that's cold
All is gone if you know what's old
Take a breath then you'll know your home
In a place that's of your own a favorite song could change the tone I don't know but it's bout the time we phoned home ima grown
Walkin' out the park yeah
Tryin' to make the start of a lifetime now's the part that I
Keep messin' up but I'm dressed enough so laid back that I had to bust out the frame
To much hate to gain
An I feel as if you're to blame for the same thing yeah
Huh
Drinks are drunk this heavy punch has got me lunged all the way up to the top floor
I'm thinkin I got more but I need time for my own self
That's a chore
Never leavin' here till I get to shore
Believe I soar
No tellin' when I'm near cause I have the lines to hoard
Beautiful minds to form
Gotta be time to go towards
All of the haters that rank lower than me on the mic that's plain to see
I got rap for weeks
Trippin' out the bottom no fakin' the problem I get it when it's autumn so be happy that its not on
Huh Yeah
Got fistfuls of hate to beat this fools' a fake
This style I tape makes rhymes to save but I really don't want this mine to blaze till i find the place of a jazz rappin' craze
Bustin' out rhymes to bang
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English
Don't underestimate
No time to leave the faith
I brought rhymes to tape
This style is great
Take a deep breathe an you'll see what's made behind the scenes off all the haze the newest a craze
I'm feelin a taste off the tip of my tongue
An I'm bringing it home for tellin' my own
Nobody's gotta know what I'm bout to blow this mics my only hope to keep me afloat
This beats a-dope tellin' me what to know an how to go
Start a new note an feel the flow
I'm chillen' out in a world that's cold
All is gone if you know what's old
Take a breath then you'll know your home
In a place that's of your own a favorite song could change the tone I don't know but it's bout the time we phoned home ima grown
Walkin' out the park yeah
Tryin' to make the start of a lifetime now's the part that I
Keep messin' up but I'm dressed enough so laid back that I had to bust out the frame
To much hate to gain
An I feel as if you're to blame for the same thing yeah
Huh
Drinks are drunk this heavy punch has got me lunged all the way up to the top floor
I'm thinkin I got more but I need time for my own self
That's a chore
Never leavin' here till I get to shore
Believe I soar
No tellin' when I'm near cause I have the lines to hoard
Beautiful minds to form
Gotta be time to go towards
All of the haters that rank lower than me on the mic that's plain to see
I got rap for weeks
Trippin' out the bottom no fakin' the problem I get it when it's autumn so be happy that its not on
Huh Yeah
Got fistfuls of hate to beat this fools' a fake
This style I tape makes rhymes to save but I really don't want this mine to blaze till i find the place of a jazz rappin' craze
Bustin' out rhymes to bang
No time to leave the faith
I brought rhymes to tape
This style is great
Take a deep breathe an you'll see what's made behind the scenes off all the haze the newest a craze
I'm feelin a taste off the tip of my tongue
An I'm bringing it home for tellin' my own
Nobody's gotta know what I'm bout to blow this mics my only hope to keep me afloat
This beats a-dope tellin' me what to know an how to go
Start a new note an feel the flow
I'm chillen' out in a world that's cold
All is gone if you know what's old
Take a breath then you'll know your home
In a place that's of your own a favorite song could change the tone I don't know but it's bout the time we phoned home ima grown
Walkin' out the park yeah
Tryin' to make the start of a lifetime now's the part that I
Keep messin' up but I'm dressed enough so laid back that I had to bust out the frame
To much hate to gain
An I feel as if you're to blame for the same thing yeah
Huh
Drinks are drunk this heavy punch has got me lunged all the way up to the top floor
I'm thinkin I got more but I need time for my own self
That's a chore
Never leavin' here till I get to shore
Believe I soar
No tellin' when I'm near cause I have the lines to hoard
Beautiful minds to form
Gotta be time to go towards
All of the haters that rank lower than me on the mic that's plain to see
I got rap for weeks
Trippin' out the bottom no fakin' the problem I get it when it's autumn so be happy that its not on
Huh Yeah
Got fistfuls of hate to beat this fools' a fake
This style I tape makes rhymes to save but I really don't want this mine to blaze till i find the place of a jazz rappin' craze
Bustin' out rhymes to bang
Writer: Mitch Columbe
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