Yeah! My valuation for bullsh*t is at a maximum
I got plenty punches cause i’m the one that’s been packin’ ’em
Pack it, and ship it, yeah i’ma get your package delivered to you so fast like i’ma package magician
Yeah! Okay you have to admit it
My life so close to perfect almost like it’s practically scripted
I’m actually kidding
Wait take that back I actually admit it
I rap for a living, like Travis and Drizzy I laugh at your envy
You looking goofy like your Daffy and Mickey
I roll a doobie while i’m clapping your MIDI, and stacking these fifties
Yeah! Okay I’m back to my business, I’m back to the spitting
I’m wrapping these ni**as, That’s tryna catch up in a raggedy sprintin’
Looking like Scooby Doo, Shaggy too, Velma, Fred, Daphne, and Scrappy Doo
Looking for some gassy aberrations
I’m too busy, I’ve been working, I don’t ever slack a minute
Got my words up in a circus I got acrobatic riddance
I could flip a couple syllables and hacky sack a sentence
Back to back i’m winning sh*t
That is with my penmanship
Plus I make beats homie that’s an added benefit (Damn)
Rubbin’ off the blunt look like i’m too smooth
Rubbin’ off the blunt look like i’m too smooth
Too smooth i’m the new school Anderson. Paak
Still classic like your dads ’02 Cadillac
Nah and that ain’t my opinion that’s a matter of fact
No printer, no scanner, that’s actually facts
Heard you got up out of bed that is a pat on the back
Had to practice a little ‘fore I could actually rap
When I step up to the plate i’m always cracking the bat
I’ma hit it out the park and tell Lancy to catch
More rhymes than the dude who wrote Cat In The Hat
Put the pen to the pad, feels like i’m wrapping a bag
Yuh! No competition, I’m on a mission
See your tryna redeem yourself like a lotto ticket
Sick and tired of repeating myself, you outta listen
I’m all up in there ball swishin’ like i’m Chauncey Billups
5 seconds ’till I pull up hit a buzzer beater
Stop stalling I’m not talking ’bout a worship leader
Hit the studio I had to cook another heater
Went and did it for myself said “F*ck the dealer”
I’ma be the next young black Justin Beiber
Go ahead and put that on my mama and my mother’s keeper
Rubbin’ off the blunt look like i’m too smooth
Rubbin’ off the blunt look like i’m too smooth=
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Jinaki Lyrics – Too Smooth