Banana Clips

I call this song "banana clips", cuz these lyrics are somethin' you should peel back,

I'mma take the wheel like calf chops, or better yet rim jobs for my wheel caps,

Y'all get overshadowed like sundials, so if you wanna butt heads then feel free,

How the fuck can you call me phony when you've never met the real me?,

I just keep achievin' these feats, might as well uphold em' like footstools,

All the worn-out souls feelin' weak-kneed, it's apparent that the weak need good shoes,

Somethin's afoot like ankle weights, so you better choose your next steps patiently,

I'm here for the long run like treadmills, if you're sportin' sneakers you best tread carefully (ha),

Not a huge fan of the namedrops, but if you do you better politely announce it,

Cuz it's like havin' breakfast at Tiffany's, I wouldn't go lightly about it,

I'm handin' out sweet dreams, y'all better make like a sleeping bag and just zip up,

If you're plannin' how to beat me, don't, cuz you couldn't make a decent track with no slip ups,

I'm conflicted on writtens, when I'm supposed to be feelin' proud cuz I'm dope at this,

I might've got my head in the clouds, but y'all are seekin' cloud like nephologists,

I just cut off the break pads, I'm speeding now like a motorist,

If life is a movie, then I took the scenic route like the post credits (ha),

I've gotten stamped on like an envelope, but it did not come sealed in,

I'm enveloped in my own demise, why do I let my thoughts conceal me?,

I don't think there's a scope for me, I'm always seein' red dots like SEAL teams,

I'm always thankful to have fans, even though I ain't got no ceiling (get it?),

Never in the right mind frame cuz I've got an in-built doubter

Inside my mind is a shouting match but I made my instincts louder

Blinded by hate and irreverent enough to turn thin skins sour

I'm igniting my page even if on it I had spent six hours

I'm talkin' that real shit, ain't nothin' sweet like diabetes,

Bitch I'm so hotheaded that I'm likely to die of heat,

Burnin' rubber is the only way you'll catch my drift like a tire screech,

Better sign your will to your loved ones, if you really do wanna rival me,

Feelin' beefed up like a pattie, much less a pat on the back

Cuz I've awoken from being too lazy and stagnant to rap,

Matter of fact, this marks the beginning of my surly demeanor,

Panic attack, like I'm throwin' a fit but if life is a beach then I'm having a seizure (ha),

These are the final strokes, I'm puttin' down the pen that puts rhymes to pad recklessly,

The top five is what I'm dyin' for, had to get that off my chest, like a mastectomy,

Don't act stupefied, I've done my MAGIC but they don't even mention me,

Guess that's how it tends to be, had to SPELL it out for you like a spelling bee,

But this is not the end of me, I've been writing all night till I lose sleep,

Cuz I ain't never runnin' outta loose leaf, I keep it in stock like celery,

These thoughts are a tendency, but lately it seems all I do's grieve,

My lyrical incline has been too steep, and now I'm not even impressin' me.