At20 - 215 Lyrics

I'm getting sick of rappers spitting these false raps
Might deliver a verse that'll make them fall back
And get in line
Or leave it on the table like that dinnertime
You picking up the pennies but I'm getting dimes
Running through the finish line never slipping like Bambi
Always see the bigger picture never need a plan B
I live the right life, I'm everything that you can't be
Now I'm out here balling like the man Marcus Camby

No time for lip locking
We out here no pit stopping
I'm loving this hip hop
But the clock going tick tock
Opportunities still knocking
I'm better than pill popping
Junkies on the radio
But I know that they will flop and

I'm just tryna beat the competition
Aiming for the top you know I got precision
Never had a pot to piss in get the guap I'm dippin
Take precaution when you watch you know I'm optimistic
I caught you slippin never empathize the opposition

Cause nothing's gonna change you
Hear it in the background now we see the same view
Funny how you act now, we should rearrange you
I'm just spitting facts now I won't even blame you

Listen to the way that I'm spittin
I'm on a mission with writtens
I'm integrating the rhythm
Reiterating my vision
They finna hate imma get em
A little taste of this venom
I'm feeling great not offended
I win the race to the finish

215 the freeway that I done drove down
New big dreams manifested in my hometown
Do big things and I'll be switching up my whole style
Clueless fiend the way I'm searching for some hope now

Yeah

Woke up to the sunrise looked in the mirror for my reflection
Big day here it's kinda stressing me out
So I pray to God he testing me now
As I pick up the pad and the pen
I'm at it again
Ain't really had a new friend in awhile
Cause life showed me that it's too hard to depend
On people befriending me now
Cause they could be fending for clout
I mean fiending
The fake in my life done revealed a new meaning
Meaning that they could be plotting and scheming
As I'm out of sight they be causing the bleeding behind my back
Just hoping labels can find my tracks
Student-athlete-artist how bout that
Truly happy they get all out-rapped
Matter fact I been way too caught up in melodic songs
To remember I can rap on and on if I want
Flow cold like Haagen-daaz I'm on top
No features, a monologue with no font
Call me a phenomenon cause I be on my way to be the best
Never losing hella views forever cruising
I be making music to relieve the stress

Yes I be rapping just to ease the pain
But I'm still making the songs heat
Shoutout to Alamo out in Spain
All love to J Dub in Long Beach
We gon make it through the rain
Yeah I was sittin under palm trees
Writing this verse in the shade
Just tryna deliver this calmly

215 that's my bornday
Special number so I give the Lord praise
Won't be too many more warm days
But I'm just out here looking for my foreign bae
Yeah just moving pieces like a board game
Soon I'll be looking for more pay
Said we gon make it like Cordae okay