I don’t mumble
• Written by ARYEH
Ayy, this young black thoroughbred 'bout to bring it home
My Uncle Jimmy used to call me Steamin' Jones
I got a reputation, it's precedin' Jones
It's like I ran the M-I-Ami twice
If I said it, I meant it like it was Granny's rice
I'm not the average type, I'm the savage type
And now you see, you shouldn't judge the book by the cover
When you couldn’t even write the script for the cover
Or be a different brother, you see me liftin' up 'em
And then we throwin' up the L's for the ones under
The whole hood watchin' me and I don’t fumble
So when they talkin’ 'bout the future, I don’t mumble
See, you ain’t built like that, this ain’t a folk tale
This young boy was made to be the GOAT tale
Footnotes, Asimovian, Ray Bradbury
Rad buried under Hovind, I miss the old him
Imagine holdin’ it back, all of the maxims stolen
Read between the lines like you tryna know the knowin’
Turnin’ in my sleep like my feet were in the deep
Woke up, breathin’ in the sheets, good grief
Young insomniac on a Red Bull binge
Wasn’t gon’ go off again, but the pen took him
Swinging the sword shoutout to Rukia everyone listen
Another takin’ flight, another late night
Another missed chance to hit it off with the dames right
Darn shame on the 91 finals
turn to a raider when my MJ hand game on the double pump
Bubble, huh? (Um)
with the seven, uh
Five after five, tryna stay up 'til eleven
tryna talk me into restin’
I got dreams of rappin’ out at big festivals
A dollar to my name, these times are unforgettable
Sleepin’ on couches, livin’ out of hotels
Nothin’ to my name, and still I will not fail
I got dreams of sellin’ out in big festivals
A dollar to my name, these times are unforgettable
Sleepin’ on couches, livin’ out of hotels
Nothin’ to my name, and still I will not fail
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ARYEH
Member since March 7 2025