Hey, hey, hey (hey) just display a rhyme skill manThat what it is 92 till infinity and beyond,Heh heh, and beyondAllright look, monthafuckas still rap beyotchHey, when I was fifteen it was my dream to work with preamHe believed in what I do so now hes makin' this beatAnd im writin' these rhymes, makin' sure that I kill itShinin like im a critic the goverment cann't conceal itMy style they try to steal itCus' people startin to feel itIm goin on these adventures somethin like on a field tripAnd now im growin up lookin around this planetSome shit be goin on and I just can't understand itNo need to panic I got to expand itA million downloads im takin over your bandwidthMoments all can did kodak reminisin go back,Life feel good want yall to know thatDon't have no dill and no half a millJust on my game start shit with some mass appealGo platinum, independently, incredibly dopeYou needa tell a scope to come and get at meAnd maybe I could never see to label my identityThey see my middle finger shut the fuck up and let me beThat how its always been and how it will beFilthy ass rhymes makin money but im still meFlippin' the mics, spittin' this nice,Never could get everything that I likeNow I can copy no matter the priceFuck if you get it I'm rappin for lifeYou can't tell me shit, I got my own mind,Its six in the morning and now its go timeHey, had to take the beat and let it breath usin up the oxygenThe kid he go rockin' and there ain't to stoppin' youSee me stockin' up workin every second of the day and still not enoughNow on that cocky stuff wat yall to acknowledge usIf you don't suck my dick bitch esophagusYou probably just go all on the internetSee a conversation and you fell the need to interjectI ain't finished yet dont think this kid a threatI'm on the lose end find me supervision yetYou an mp3 im still in a set, vintage yetFuturistic with some shit taht split your dick(deck)My cadence complex rhyme without a conceptAtomic bombs your just a stupid fake bomb threatSix in the morning and im writing these rhyme workin hardSo that you know every night is a grind,fine
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Hey, hey, hey (hey) just display a rhyme skill man
That what it is 92 till infinity and beyond,
Heh heh, and beyond
Allright look, monthafuckas still rap beyotch
Hey, when I was fifteen it was my dream to work with pream
He believed in what I do so now hes makin' this beat
And im writin' these rhymes, makin' sure that I kill it
Shinin like im a critic the goverment cann't conceal it
My style they try to steal it
Cus' people startin to feel it
Im goin on these adventures somethin like on a field trip
And now im growin up lookin around this planet
Some shit be goin on and I just can't understand it
No need to panic I got to expand it
A million downloads im takin over your bandwidth
Moments all can did kodak reminisin go back,
Life feel good want yall to know that
Don't have no dill and no half a mill
Just on my game start shit with some mass appeal
Go platinum, independently, incredibly dope
You needa tell a scope to come and get at me
And maybe I could never see to label my identity
They see my middle finger shut the fuck up and let me be
That how its always been and how it will be
Filthy ass rhymes makin money but im still me
Flippin' the mics, spittin' this nice,
Never could get everything that I like
Now I can copy no matter the price
Fuck if you get it I'm rappin for life
You can't tell me shit, I got my own mind,
Its six in the morning and now its go time
Hey, had to take the beat and let it breath usin up the oxygen
The kid he go rockin' and there ain't to stoppin' you
See me stockin' up workin every second of the day and still not enough
Now on that cocky stuff wat yall to acknowledge us
If you don't suck my dick bitch esophagus
You probably just go all on the internet
See a conversation and you fell the need to interject
I ain't finished yet dont think this kid a threat
I'm on the lose end find me supervision yet
You an mp3 im still in a set, vintage yet
Futuristic with some shit taht split your dick(deck)
My cadence complex rhyme without a concept
Atomic bombs your just a stupid fake bomb threat
Six in the morning and im writing these rhyme workin hard
So that you know every night is a grind,fine
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