//0:16//
You can go and look and see where the pen is
Sliding through beats like canals in Venice
Bouncing the bars like we playing tennis
Back on the track, I'm a menace, Relentless
I don't get hate, I get that they jealous
Child of God, I know that I'm precious
Sleeping on me, that gon leave you restless
We getting
We getting
Reckless
Hit em with a little bit of going and going
You know it, that I be floating
And im flowing and growing
And hoping
they be open
Blowing up
Like explosion
Spoken word
Never go away
Erosion
Golden
The chosen One
I float for fun
Too close to sun
I open up
Dont need no drug
Dont need no gun
I feast enough
You call the bluff
You think youre tuff
I think above
//0:48//
Then I go and run around
Getting drowned
Lost in the sound
Lost in the pound
Dont need to know
The amount in Account
And I count up the things
like One two three
Looking for rap?
Then look at me
Didnt grow up in the city
Uhh
Didnt do it just to make a milly
Uhh
Crazy on the joint, know I get silly
Uhh
Everything I say is metaphorically
Uhh
Everybody else be getting dissy
Uhh
Angry just because im getting busy
Uhh
Drink it up, like its getting fizzy
Uhh
Cant see straight, getting dizzy
Uhh
Beat go pop
like you would think it was a .50
Know God's plan
You can call me like Drizzy
I stand up
Though the path gets slippy
Spitting flames
Well done, get crispy
Sharp with the pen
I get to the point
Flow so drippy
Yeah the bars getting moist
I don't really need a dollar
I don't really need a royce
I dont really need a weapon
Cause my weapon is my voice
And I know i got a choice
Gotta keep my poise
My rhymes aint corny
This aint illinois
Play with beats like toys
And my growth annoys
And they peep so much
Its like "stareoids"
If you dont love it then what are you doing?
Still staying with it man, that is confusing
Trying to get ahead but you are losing
Im working hard, while it looks like your cruising
This is my path, i dont gotta be choosing
I know my way, yeah its straight what Im shooting
I make the beat with my friends, Im including
Zrac is on, yeah, the melody's brewing
Ooh
//1:54//
Ay I feel like I'm Rambo totin on a 4.4
Yeah I'm rocking dang goat like a man fote
Ay my girl give a little hope
Ones Caucasian and the other Jamaican
I can't even think, she gonna lick it up lick it up
Only keep a handgun
I keep kilo there a difference
You get mad cause I'm busy
They get mad cause I'm fizzy a little dizzy
Prolly cause her ex a sissy
You say that I'm Baby but watch what you eat
Cause I'm still on the top
Causing chaos wit a sprinkle on top
I'm the G.O.A.T, G-O-A-T
Pull up and put you on a T-shirt
I ain't in the mood for none of these little boys
Girl I'm getting reckless
Driving while I'm high
Started an riot
Now they coming for my neck
I ain't scared, shot an opp last week
Just found he still alive
So now I'm heated bout to start a war with ladies
Just next time you thinking bout pulling up
Remember Zrac don't miss ay
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Daxxx
Member since October 27 2023