I'm on that all-the-time grind
Nothing else on my mind
Even when you feel ahead you're still 10 steps behind
So follow the leader and don't step out of line
I evolved as a lyricist and I'm the best of my kind
I'm poppin' off like it was my genre
Young fresh white boy like I dated Lafawnduh
I hit the bank and I'm making deposits
You're at the bank trying to withdrawal your last $20.00
I've had enough so we gonn sign a prenup
I'm takin' rap back from that wack crap
Turn your Lambos in and get back in a Prius
Got em' shakin' like seizures
Your girl a thot, make like a tree and leave her
When I die, I'm goin' out with a BOOM, onomatopoeia
Like my medulla oblongata just over-heated
Plus I got a fever, smoke L's but undefeated
You got a fake squad you'll probably get treated like Caesar
Even your friends keep the knife handy
Brutus brutalized ya' and finished em' with a punch man he (Manny)
Sent him straight to the sky, plane high, he's never landing
And from me you get it Now Or Later, you sweeter than candy
It's like, you're tryna' make me die of boredom
Me vs. Me that's the only option with a portion
Of the talent and the force, that it takes to use your voice, mix it with a choice
Of some nouns and metaphors, and it sounds angelic or, a more evil kind of source
But of course you're gonna buy or probably order way more
Of an artist way boring, lay down stay snoring, wait for it
It's the takeover, I'm eatin', but not a big enough plate for it
I feel 10 feet tall, you look Dwarven
This is extortion to any artist that's contorting
The law of bars and ignoring
The fact you just bitch slapped my art and made it boring
I'm changing the game back, like clothing exchange racks
It's a formal warning
That I'll keep grinding way past 40
And I don't need a f*cking episode of Maury
But you rappers are my sons, and I still kill ya, thats abortion
Tell em' more the second I get my belly warm
I evolve into an alcoholic, and that is my deadly form
I do it for the gang gang gang, who want war?
I'm pullin' two or more ninja swords
Muscotti - Caesar Lyrics
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I'm on that all-the-time grind
Nothing else on my mind
Even when you feel ahead you're still 10 steps behind
So follow the leader and don't step out of line
I evolved as a lyricist and I'm the best of my kind
I'm poppin' off like it was my genre
Young fresh white boy like I dated Lafawnduh
I hit the bank and I'm making deposits
You're at the bank trying to withdrawal your last $20.00
I've had enough so we gonn sign a prenup
I'm takin' rap back from that wack crap
Turn your Lambos in and get back in a Prius
Got em' shakin' like seizures
Your girl a thot, make like a tree and leave her
When I die, I'm goin' out with a BOOM, onomatopoeia
Like my medulla oblongata just over-heated
Plus I got a fever, smoke L's but undefeated
You got a fake squad you'll probably get treated like Caesar
Even your friends keep the knife handy
Brutus brutalized ya' and finished em' with a punch man he (Manny)
Sent him straight to the sky, plane high, he's never landing
And from me you get it Now Or Later, you sweeter than candy
It's like, you're tryna' make me die of boredom
Me vs. Me that's the only option with a portion
Of the talent and the force, that it takes to use your voice, mix it with a choice
Of some nouns and metaphors, and it sounds angelic or, a more evil kind of source
But of course you're gonna buy or probably order way more
Of an artist way boring, lay down stay snoring, wait for it
It's the takeover, I'm eatin', but not a big enough plate for it
I feel 10 feet tall, you look Dwarven
This is extortion to any artist that's contorting
The law of bars and ignoring
The fact you just bitch slapped my art and made it boring
I'm changing the game back, like clothing exchange racks
It's a formal warning
That I'll keep grinding way past 40
And I don't need a f*cking episode of Maury
But you rappers are my sons, and I still kill ya, thats abortion
Tell em' more the second I get my belly warm
I evolve into an alcoholic, and that is my deadly form
I do it for the gang gang gang, who want war?
I'm pullin' two or more ninja swords
Nothing else on my mind
Even when you feel ahead you're still 10 steps behind
So follow the leader and don't step out of line
I evolved as a lyricist and I'm the best of my kind
I'm poppin' off like it was my genre
Young fresh white boy like I dated Lafawnduh
I hit the bank and I'm making deposits
You're at the bank trying to withdrawal your last $20.00
I've had enough so we gonn sign a prenup
I'm takin' rap back from that wack crap
Turn your Lambos in and get back in a Prius
Got em' shakin' like seizures
Your girl a thot, make like a tree and leave her
When I die, I'm goin' out with a BOOM, onomatopoeia
Like my medulla oblongata just over-heated
Plus I got a fever, smoke L's but undefeated
You got a fake squad you'll probably get treated like Caesar
Even your friends keep the knife handy
Brutus brutalized ya' and finished em' with a punch man he (Manny)
Sent him straight to the sky, plane high, he's never landing
And from me you get it Now Or Later, you sweeter than candy
It's like, you're tryna' make me die of boredom
Me vs. Me that's the only option with a portion
Of the talent and the force, that it takes to use your voice, mix it with a choice
Of some nouns and metaphors, and it sounds angelic or, a more evil kind of source
But of course you're gonna buy or probably order way more
Of an artist way boring, lay down stay snoring, wait for it
It's the takeover, I'm eatin', but not a big enough plate for it
I feel 10 feet tall, you look Dwarven
This is extortion to any artist that's contorting
The law of bars and ignoring
The fact you just bitch slapped my art and made it boring
I'm changing the game back, like clothing exchange racks
It's a formal warning
That I'll keep grinding way past 40
And I don't need a f*cking episode of Maury
But you rappers are my sons, and I still kill ya, thats abortion
Tell em' more the second I get my belly warm
I evolve into an alcoholic, and that is my deadly form
I do it for the gang gang gang, who want war?
I'm pullin' two or more ninja swords
Writer: Josh Scott
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid