Okay, I put this verse up on my showcase
Serving you these words on top of gold plates
Oh wait, I wasn't rapping like in this in the old days
I want the whole cake
I'm getting better in my old age
Sit down you clown Cirque du Soliel, hole ace
Don't you know its not okay to go approach greats
Make you think of everything in life you need to go face
Life, death, love, heartbreak
I'm Mr. Wonderful
But you're not in my shark tank
This is just my dark brain
Play me like a record
Grab some coins and hit the arcade
If the car won't start in the garage
Then Imma part ways
I'm walking in the wrong lane of traffic down the park way
Dog, I'm taking exit 4 to heavens door
Miss me with that credit card
I'll settle for the minotaur
Who's only got a minute more
Repertoire is far more impressive for a lesser star
Kettles on
I'm brewing something better than y'all
If never I fall
Hit me on my cellular phone
You Disney ass mother f*cker we ain't getting along
But still me you see me?
I'm not getting involved
Don't want to lose a future fan
I'm not letting it stall
From windows to wall
I skeet skeet skeet
You lames lames lames
I can't be beat
I gain more fame
And heat these streets
So stay in your lane
And hope you keep
Your own damn brain
Above two feet
Cause I live outside the box
The college drop out of the school of hard knocks
New York I eat the bagel with the lox
Alfredo with the sauce
I mix the queso with the guac
And my payload can't be topped
Because I ain't afraid to chop
What do I take away from a rainy day
Well theres not much to say
Cept hey it could be more grey
I could be more sane
Do not understand a normal day
Always tryna formulate supporters
In a formal way
Yea I'm on top of the food chain
Making that bread
I said its too late your dudes lame
And staying in bed
I came in with that doomsday
That you pray you led
I hope this tune play
Way after I'm dead
They cannot capture the kid
I cannot right all my wrongs
But provided my silence,
I might just write all these songs
I know this country divided
But baby f*ck Donald Trump
Go cry to your mom
You would never comprehend
The size of the bombs
That I'm dropping
I came in with infinity gauntlets
They be calling me Thanos
But I just went out and bought it
To my dearly departed
You went and tore me to pieces
I'm tryna have me a party
And meet me some mamacitas
I'm tryna have me a meeting
With a couple execs
Dog I ain't even break even
Tell them to cut me a check
I want my hundred percent
And a blunt on my lip
This verse an releasement
Of something off of my chest
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Okay, I put this verse up on my showcase
Serving you these words on top of gold plates
Oh wait, I wasn't rapping like in this in the old days
I want the whole cake
I'm getting better in my old age
Sit down you clown Cirque du Soliel, hole ace
Don't you know its not okay to go approach greats
Make you think of everything in life you need to go face
Life, death, love, heartbreak
I'm Mr. Wonderful
But you're not in my shark tank
This is just my dark brain
Play me like a record
Grab some coins and hit the arcade
If the car won't start in the garage
Then Imma part ways
I'm walking in the wrong lane of traffic down the park way
Dog, I'm taking exit 4 to heavens door
Miss me with that credit card
I'll settle for the minotaur
Who's only got a minute more
Repertoire is far more impressive for a lesser star
Kettles on
I'm brewing something better than y'all
If never I fall
Hit me on my cellular phone
You Disney ass mother f*cker we ain't getting along
But still me you see me?
I'm not getting involved
Don't want to lose a future fan
I'm not letting it stall
From windows to wall
I skeet skeet skeet
You lames lames lames
I can't be beat
I gain more fame
And heat these streets
So stay in your lane
And hope you keep
Your own damn brain
Above two feet
Cause I live outside the box
The college drop out of the school of hard knocks
New York I eat the bagel with the lox
Alfredo with the sauce
I mix the queso with the guac
And my payload can't be topped
Because I ain't afraid to chop
What do I take away from a rainy day
Well theres not much to say
Cept hey it could be more grey
I could be more sane
Do not understand a normal day
Always tryna formulate supporters
In a formal way
Yea I'm on top of the food chain
Making that bread
I said its too late your dudes lame
And staying in bed
I came in with that doomsday
That you pray you led
I hope this tune play
Way after I'm dead
They cannot capture the kid
I cannot right all my wrongs
But provided my silence,
I might just write all these songs
I know this country divided
But baby f*ck Donald Trump
Go cry to your mom
You would never comprehend
The size of the bombs
That I'm dropping
I came in with infinity gauntlets
They be calling me Thanos
But I just went out and bought it
To my dearly departed
You went and tore me to pieces
I'm tryna have me a party
And meet me some mamacitas
I'm tryna have me a meeting
With a couple execs
Dog I ain't even break even
Tell them to cut me a check
I want my hundred percent
And a blunt on my lip
This verse an releasement
Of something off of my chest
Serving you these words on top of gold plates
Oh wait, I wasn't rapping like in this in the old days
I want the whole cake
I'm getting better in my old age
Sit down you clown Cirque du Soliel, hole ace
Don't you know its not okay to go approach greats
Make you think of everything in life you need to go face
Life, death, love, heartbreak
I'm Mr. Wonderful
But you're not in my shark tank
This is just my dark brain
Play me like a record
Grab some coins and hit the arcade
If the car won't start in the garage
Then Imma part ways
I'm walking in the wrong lane of traffic down the park way
Dog, I'm taking exit 4 to heavens door
Miss me with that credit card
I'll settle for the minotaur
Who's only got a minute more
Repertoire is far more impressive for a lesser star
Kettles on
I'm brewing something better than y'all
If never I fall
Hit me on my cellular phone
You Disney ass mother f*cker we ain't getting along
But still me you see me?
I'm not getting involved
Don't want to lose a future fan
I'm not letting it stall
From windows to wall
I skeet skeet skeet
You lames lames lames
I can't be beat
I gain more fame
And heat these streets
So stay in your lane
And hope you keep
Your own damn brain
Above two feet
Cause I live outside the box
The college drop out of the school of hard knocks
New York I eat the bagel with the lox
Alfredo with the sauce
I mix the queso with the guac
And my payload can't be topped
Because I ain't afraid to chop
What do I take away from a rainy day
Well theres not much to say
Cept hey it could be more grey
I could be more sane
Do not understand a normal day
Always tryna formulate supporters
In a formal way
Yea I'm on top of the food chain
Making that bread
I said its too late your dudes lame
And staying in bed
I came in with that doomsday
That you pray you led
I hope this tune play
Way after I'm dead
They cannot capture the kid
I cannot right all my wrongs
But provided my silence,
I might just write all these songs
I know this country divided
But baby f*ck Donald Trump
Go cry to your mom
You would never comprehend
The size of the bombs
That I'm dropping
I came in with infinity gauntlets
They be calling me Thanos
But I just went out and bought it
To my dearly departed
You went and tore me to pieces
I'm tryna have me a party
And meet me some mamacitas
I'm tryna have me a meeting
With a couple execs
Dog I ain't even break even
Tell them to cut me a check
I want my hundred percent
And a blunt on my lip
This verse an releasement
Of something off of my chest
Writer: Cody Terreson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid