Ay muthaf*cka
How these other mother-f*ckers
Feeling, brother
(My mind clouded)
When I'm under the influence; I'm under the impression
Of understanding intelligence isn't anything
Near underestimating, overthinking
And I'm under anything that'll cover that smelly special green, funky fresh needs
Yes pleasee
Suggest me something that'll make me fly over a planet cuz Mars yet, hadn't been recovered
From when I stepped and repped king
Subsequently, woke up from fat ass hours of resting asleep
(Let me show y'all something, let me show y'all how to spit for real, bruh look)
Straight out the f*cking ghetto
Swear tho, it be muthaf*ckin' bad and terrible
Not the crime rates cuz I populate that shit higher
But it's the passion these weirdos be having
Wanting to do the same shit expecting to blow but not once they ever
Tried to study the older sounds to evolve, with a better versional
And be a better version of
Themselves, but folks in my area sound identical
Them goofy BandLab kids, acting as my crafts are worse when they shit ain't acceptable
Ain't no progression yo
Using wired headphones, repeating them goofy lines thinking you've always had been stepping cold
I been hard as f*ck since I stepped foot right up in Stepping Stones
Always aggressive, teachers looked at me and be like "I sense what's wrong"
My texts is long and it's best that I'm gone
And respect to Cali and Texas- those my relatives homes, and I'm next for sure
Being sensitive ain't never helped, but made me feel real and pure
Only to react differently, thinking I was safe secured
But the advantage taking is crazy, that shit's abused to the core
Helluva drug pride is, when you been the downer keeping quiet
And the anxiousness- letting that shit store
And this ain't even me talking out my ass, flexing my literature
(Hell yea)
Ahahaha
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English
Ay muthaf*cka
How these other mother-f*ckers
Feeling, brother
(My mind clouded)
When I'm under the influence; I'm under the impression
Of understanding intelligence isn't anything
Near underestimating, overthinking
And I'm under anything that'll cover that smelly special green, funky fresh needs
Yes pleasee
Suggest me something that'll make me fly over a planet cuz Mars yet, hadn't been recovered
From when I stepped and repped king
Subsequently, woke up from fat ass hours of resting asleep
(Let me show y'all something, let me show y'all how to spit for real, bruh look)
Straight out the f*cking ghetto
Swear tho, it be muthaf*ckin' bad and terrible
Not the crime rates cuz I populate that shit higher
But it's the passion these weirdos be having
Wanting to do the same shit expecting to blow but not once they ever
Tried to study the older sounds to evolve, with a better versional
And be a better version of
Themselves, but folks in my area sound identical
Them goofy BandLab kids, acting as my crafts are worse when they shit ain't acceptable
Ain't no progression yo
Using wired headphones, repeating them goofy lines thinking you've always had been stepping cold
I been hard as f*ck since I stepped foot right up in Stepping Stones
Always aggressive, teachers looked at me and be like "I sense what's wrong"
My texts is long and it's best that I'm gone
And respect to Cali and Texas- those my relatives homes, and I'm next for sure
Being sensitive ain't never helped, but made me feel real and pure
Only to react differently, thinking I was safe secured
But the advantage taking is crazy, that shit's abused to the core
Helluva drug pride is, when you been the downer keeping quiet
And the anxiousness- letting that shit store
And this ain't even me talking out my ass, flexing my literature
(Hell yea)
Ahahaha
How these other mother-f*ckers
Feeling, brother
(My mind clouded)
When I'm under the influence; I'm under the impression
Of understanding intelligence isn't anything
Near underestimating, overthinking
And I'm under anything that'll cover that smelly special green, funky fresh needs
Yes pleasee
Suggest me something that'll make me fly over a planet cuz Mars yet, hadn't been recovered
From when I stepped and repped king
Subsequently, woke up from fat ass hours of resting asleep
(Let me show y'all something, let me show y'all how to spit for real, bruh look)
Straight out the f*cking ghetto
Swear tho, it be muthaf*ckin' bad and terrible
Not the crime rates cuz I populate that shit higher
But it's the passion these weirdos be having
Wanting to do the same shit expecting to blow but not once they ever
Tried to study the older sounds to evolve, with a better versional
And be a better version of
Themselves, but folks in my area sound identical
Them goofy BandLab kids, acting as my crafts are worse when they shit ain't acceptable
Ain't no progression yo
Using wired headphones, repeating them goofy lines thinking you've always had been stepping cold
I been hard as f*ck since I stepped foot right up in Stepping Stones
Always aggressive, teachers looked at me and be like "I sense what's wrong"
My texts is long and it's best that I'm gone
And respect to Cali and Texas- those my relatives homes, and I'm next for sure
Being sensitive ain't never helped, but made me feel real and pure
Only to react differently, thinking I was safe secured
But the advantage taking is crazy, that shit's abused to the core
Helluva drug pride is, when you been the downer keeping quiet
And the anxiousness- letting that shit store
And this ain't even me talking out my ass, flexing my literature
(Hell yea)
Ahahaha
Writer: Eli Alamia
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