Ayy
The devil working and irking my phase
In ways, I can not explain
I flip a sequence for change
Then wake up in my own lane
Forget the fame
Known as gold in city with age
This 803, no paparazzi clicks in yo face
Defining and guiding my race
I’m beyond my legacy
Energy ain’t ahead of me
Black babies especially get forgotten, no treasury
I luckily had it
Now I’m writing hooks
Gave the kids five hunnid books
Literacy for the liter, come and look
Never wear Hilfiger, bumming crooks
Kinda shook
Big Eagle on my way out
Servicing in circles, what a day now
What should I say now?
Hm
Scouting out for the next mission
Kam went stupid wit the groove
That’s the technician
If my cousin read your raps, I’d let him know it’s fiction
Think you moving like the President but ain’t no pension
Sickest with the diction
These sentences convicting
Wit conviction
Know that it’s with best intentions that I be dissing
Gotta warn the citizens, foogazy itches
It’s inching
I’m from the south, I need all the fixings
Not to mention experience makes for tall descriptions
Break it down in every way
I’m in all the kitchens
Uh
Recognizing the mission puts yourself outta benefits
I’m beginning it
We got legitimate being generous
It ain’t set in stone unless you penning it
Maintaining all my innocence
The penmanship wild enough to where I’m caliusing up
Dealing with malice enough
We getting pests away
Never underestimate
I got rates you can’t escape
Busy, need to stack the plate
Overthinking out the gate
I’m feeling great
On my way to grammy dates
Ramming in-game, no wait
I’m not the same
I’m never tame
Don’t need the fame
Tomorrow’s goals we beat today
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Saiya – Star Shopping
Jay Blanes – Get Away from Me
10KNYX Lyrics – This Way