Tohubohu

Hold up I'm not ready yet, sike

 

I was born ready

Bombing off the top like a Bouncing Betty

Too many clones in Hip Hop a thousand Fetties

Woppin while I Rick Ross bars kinda heavy

 

Tick tock wrist watch Adee Kay

Pit stop pick n' pop King James

Lemme put that in simpler terms right away

Time is money, still I take breaks and ball out like Lebron James

Okay!

 

I been disciplined from the git go

Feelin' like a politician got em votin on some writtens

Trumpin' competition for the recognition not the riches oh no!

Never for the riches

 

How they let me in a cypher?

They say they poopin' on beats, but its still in they diapers

 

All night all day music in my veins

All night all day music in my veins

Sorry for the tohubohu

Sorry for the tohubohu

Sorry for the tohubohu

Bohu

 

Lemme guess he all about that dirty money

Fly whips and baggin' hunnies

Countin hunnids, guns bustin' smuggle dope through the stomach

Prolly just to say that he really be stuntin'

 

I heard it one time

 

I heard it two times

 

Now he a three time felon doin due time

With a kid at the crib baby mama workin overtime

 

Pay attention to the TRUE RAP guys

Pure white shoes like who's that guy

Already know they gon judge for life

Now Cherry Red on the J's ankle high

 

Oh nooo lights out

I thought I told em already that it's bedtime

Yall lucky Im a nice guy

Cuz what Im spittin hittin like a deer sittin in the headlights

 

All night all day music in my veins

All night all day music in my veins

Sorry for the tohubohu

Sorry for the tohubohu

Sorry for the tohubohu

Bohu

 

Lock down a beat like martial law

Swerve round a beat I avoid the law

Nothing left of the beat I destroyed it all

Void, void, void, void

 

Got the iPhone 'luminati in my pocket

I take a selfie they see it like a locket

No privacy I can't lock it

Peek with an eye what a shock to the socket

 

Please, can you tell me, can you tell me, can you tell me

Why they doubt God like that

Why they mock God like that

Is it true that Lecrae sold out for rap

 

Is it true that they say I do good on a track

Like I rap with a halo never aim low like a pavelow

Too busy reachin up high for the banknotes

Black with a dream like Martin Luther King

 

Scratch Martin Luther they just wanna call me king

But I never really been about that

Enemies stakin' out yeah they out back

Opposition gettin' wild when they see me

 

They show up in a body they leavin as ghosts

I turn em to phantoms balloons how they float

Girls all around they be showin the most

No surprise why the man just gon' hit it and go

 

1 for my Dad 2 for the son 3 for the spirit that's takin control

 

OH!