This is imperative
Niggas moving fake and switching the narrative
Pressure on my shoulders
Watch how I carry it
All them burdens
Had to bury it
See my posse looking flossy
I see why they salty
My beach is better
Swag sold separately
All the flows
I could catch on the beat
She gon stream
Cause she heard I got heat
Reputation gotta speak for itself
Ain't a champ cause of one Gucci belt
But it's felt since they working the nerve to contest me
But they ain't worthy of my time
I compete with myself
And do good when I can
Ya just sleep on the shelf
Felt alienated then aided myself
To this frame of mind
See the image so clear
Through these frames of mine
They gon block out the haters
Rain sleet or shine
Heard they talking about
How they f*cking with muah
Put a fork in your mouth
Make you choke on your words
Like you coughing them out
Lotta rappers is weird
They gon talk for the clout
Ain't no calming them down
When the temperature rising
My homie ain't punctual
But he on timing
When letting it off
We gon aim for the sky
For the slick shit ya saying
We been letting it fly
No Nintendo game
Please respect thy name
For the rings
We gon spin like a F5 came
We jumped over the bar
Just to catch our train
And expressed why these cats
Can't stay in our lane
Look
They cannot f*ck with the boy
I was born with the sauce
So it's stuck on ya boy
Know we putting that work in
Like we got employed
Don't act funny my nigga
Tu sabes Quein soy
Omar I$lord - IMPERATIVE FREESTYLE Lyrics
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This is imperative
Niggas moving fake and switching the narrative
Pressure on my shoulders
Watch how I carry it
All them burdens
Had to bury it
See my posse looking flossy
I see why they salty
My beach is better
Swag sold separately
All the flows
I could catch on the beat
She gon stream
Cause she heard I got heat
Reputation gotta speak for itself
Ain't a champ cause of one Gucci belt
But it's felt since they working the nerve to contest me
But they ain't worthy of my time
I compete with myself
And do good when I can
Ya just sleep on the shelf
Felt alienated then aided myself
To this frame of mind
See the image so clear
Through these frames of mine
They gon block out the haters
Rain sleet or shine
Heard they talking about
How they f*cking with muah
Put a fork in your mouth
Make you choke on your words
Like you coughing them out
Lotta rappers is weird
They gon talk for the clout
Ain't no calming them down
When the temperature rising
My homie ain't punctual
But he on timing
When letting it off
We gon aim for the sky
For the slick shit ya saying
We been letting it fly
No Nintendo game
Please respect thy name
For the rings
We gon spin like a F5 came
We jumped over the bar
Just to catch our train
And expressed why these cats
Can't stay in our lane
Look
They cannot f*ck with the boy
I was born with the sauce
So it's stuck on ya boy
Know we putting that work in
Like we got employed
Don't act funny my nigga
Tu sabes Quein soy
Niggas moving fake and switching the narrative
Pressure on my shoulders
Watch how I carry it
All them burdens
Had to bury it
See my posse looking flossy
I see why they salty
My beach is better
Swag sold separately
All the flows
I could catch on the beat
She gon stream
Cause she heard I got heat
Reputation gotta speak for itself
Ain't a champ cause of one Gucci belt
But it's felt since they working the nerve to contest me
But they ain't worthy of my time
I compete with myself
And do good when I can
Ya just sleep on the shelf
Felt alienated then aided myself
To this frame of mind
See the image so clear
Through these frames of mine
They gon block out the haters
Rain sleet or shine
Heard they talking about
How they f*cking with muah
Put a fork in your mouth
Make you choke on your words
Like you coughing them out
Lotta rappers is weird
They gon talk for the clout
Ain't no calming them down
When the temperature rising
My homie ain't punctual
But he on timing
When letting it off
We gon aim for the sky
For the slick shit ya saying
We been letting it fly
No Nintendo game
Please respect thy name
For the rings
We gon spin like a F5 came
We jumped over the bar
Just to catch our train
And expressed why these cats
Can't stay in our lane
Look
They cannot f*ck with the boy
I was born with the sauce
So it's stuck on ya boy
Know we putting that work in
Like we got employed
Don't act funny my nigga
Tu sabes Quein soy
Writer: Christian Fernandez
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