Yo yo yo shut the f*ck up...
Knock knock DNA again
Thought I was gone?
Take a peek inside your veins, you skin's riddled with goosebumps
Yeah feed me that bread
Even Superman can't escape my lyrical lead
I'm getting mean now stealing Big Kids Meals
Running rubber right off the Koenigsegg's wheels
I'll be up in the studio cranking the heat
Ya'll can feel it in this bitch from your head to your feet
If someone doesn't sign me soon I might get the address
Show up in a wig with the mic up under my dress
Running the engine hot revving it without any coolant
Call me Mr. Dre I didn't get the schooling
Listen
Give me the mic I'm steady slaying these demons
Arch Angel on the rhythm now I'm giving em reason
Try to clap back like a hood cat when he's heated
Got a 7 course meal on my plate I'ma eat it
Still have a 6 pack look at these guts
F*ck a rack real ones are all about them butts
Puff the last toke and I'll be flicking the shit
Right in your syrup cut homie having a nicotine fits
I got arms for the pull up head's above the bar
I got duct tape stretched in the back of your car
Putting a silence to these fabricated rappers around
They're on their knees I'm about to ejaculate in their mouths (woo)
Never mind that was going too far
You say the world's black and white like you see in noir
And this is black culture but I'm just showing respect
Oh I'm appropriating there's a line I didn't expect
But I don't give a f*ck try to take this mic away
You're f*cking with my fam you won't see the light of day
Cause it's a chess game and I don't f*ck with the checkers
And for the record I would put your stupid ass on my record
So check it
I ain't talking bout a song with a hook
Listen
I'm talking bout a f*cking strong right hook
Knock your ass into the future you can see how it ends
You got some crusty ass diamonds face tats and a Benz
But you got no place in this space of mine
Get out my bubble little mumble rap pussy
I'm trying to show the world that a 26 something is hot
Better run and get your pen before you all get got
You'll be claiming #MeToo when you listen to this
Cause I've been at her since Caitlyn Jenner was standing to piss
It's getting crazy with this #MeToo shit getting spun
I heard that Caitlyn said that Bruce had touched her when she was young
My mind's like an attic it's sporadic in there
That's why my rhymes are flying high above you addicts that care
Too much about the money, bitches, and respect you demand
Do you expect for us to give a f*ck you braided your hair?
So check it
I may be young but I've been at it for years
And I just started rapping heavy never spilling a tear
But if you think I owe you shit because I rap and I'm white
You've been living in the dark let me turn on a light
It may seem like I got a little better with time
It wasn't handed to me I just had to stay on the grind
Respect the women in my life by not calling em hoes
I keep it running like the Cumberland with lyrical flows
I've written rhymes like a puzzle reassembling minds
Yeah I wrote it, diagnosis DSM-5 and it's a crime
To see me ripping shit like this
No apology my Holly Tree's are pricking your bliss
I mean no disrespect to Mr. West Kim K
The rhyme just fit so f*cking well I couldn't throw it away
But anyway
I'm back to talking bout myself
I think this forward facing camera's getting bad for my health
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Yo yo yo shut the f*ck up...
Knock knock DNA again
Thought I was gone?
Take a peek inside your veins, you skin's riddled with goosebumps
Yeah feed me that bread
Even Superman can't escape my lyrical lead
I'm getting mean now stealing Big Kids Meals
Running rubber right off the Koenigsegg's wheels
I'll be up in the studio cranking the heat
Ya'll can feel it in this bitch from your head to your feet
If someone doesn't sign me soon I might get the address
Show up in a wig with the mic up under my dress
Running the engine hot revving it without any coolant
Call me Mr. Dre I didn't get the schooling
Listen
Give me the mic I'm steady slaying these demons
Arch Angel on the rhythm now I'm giving em reason
Try to clap back like a hood cat when he's heated
Got a 7 course meal on my plate I'ma eat it
Still have a 6 pack look at these guts
F*ck a rack real ones are all about them butts
Puff the last toke and I'll be flicking the shit
Right in your syrup cut homie having a nicotine fits
I got arms for the pull up head's above the bar
I got duct tape stretched in the back of your car
Putting a silence to these fabricated rappers around
They're on their knees I'm about to ejaculate in their mouths (woo)
Never mind that was going too far
You say the world's black and white like you see in noir
And this is black culture but I'm just showing respect
Oh I'm appropriating there's a line I didn't expect
But I don't give a f*ck try to take this mic away
You're f*cking with my fam you won't see the light of day
Cause it's a chess game and I don't f*ck with the checkers
And for the record I would put your stupid ass on my record
So check it
I ain't talking bout a song with a hook
Listen
I'm talking bout a f*cking strong right hook
Knock your ass into the future you can see how it ends
You got some crusty ass diamonds face tats and a Benz
But you got no place in this space of mine
Get out my bubble little mumble rap pussy
I'm trying to show the world that a 26 something is hot
Better run and get your pen before you all get got
You'll be claiming #MeToo when you listen to this
Cause I've been at her since Caitlyn Jenner was standing to piss
It's getting crazy with this #MeToo shit getting spun
I heard that Caitlyn said that Bruce had touched her when she was young
My mind's like an attic it's sporadic in there
That's why my rhymes are flying high above you addicts that care
Too much about the money, bitches, and respect you demand
Do you expect for us to give a f*ck you braided your hair?
So check it
I may be young but I've been at it for years
And I just started rapping heavy never spilling a tear
But if you think I owe you shit because I rap and I'm white
You've been living in the dark let me turn on a light
It may seem like I got a little better with time
It wasn't handed to me I just had to stay on the grind
Respect the women in my life by not calling em hoes
I keep it running like the Cumberland with lyrical flows
I've written rhymes like a puzzle reassembling minds
Yeah I wrote it, diagnosis DSM-5 and it's a crime
To see me ripping shit like this
No apology my Holly Tree's are pricking your bliss
I mean no disrespect to Mr. West Kim K
The rhyme just fit so f*cking well I couldn't throw it away
But anyway
I'm back to talking bout myself
I think this forward facing camera's getting bad for my health
Knock knock DNA again
Thought I was gone?
Take a peek inside your veins, you skin's riddled with goosebumps
Yeah feed me that bread
Even Superman can't escape my lyrical lead
I'm getting mean now stealing Big Kids Meals
Running rubber right off the Koenigsegg's wheels
I'll be up in the studio cranking the heat
Ya'll can feel it in this bitch from your head to your feet
If someone doesn't sign me soon I might get the address
Show up in a wig with the mic up under my dress
Running the engine hot revving it without any coolant
Call me Mr. Dre I didn't get the schooling
Listen
Give me the mic I'm steady slaying these demons
Arch Angel on the rhythm now I'm giving em reason
Try to clap back like a hood cat when he's heated
Got a 7 course meal on my plate I'ma eat it
Still have a 6 pack look at these guts
F*ck a rack real ones are all about them butts
Puff the last toke and I'll be flicking the shit
Right in your syrup cut homie having a nicotine fits
I got arms for the pull up head's above the bar
I got duct tape stretched in the back of your car
Putting a silence to these fabricated rappers around
They're on their knees I'm about to ejaculate in their mouths (woo)
Never mind that was going too far
You say the world's black and white like you see in noir
And this is black culture but I'm just showing respect
Oh I'm appropriating there's a line I didn't expect
But I don't give a f*ck try to take this mic away
You're f*cking with my fam you won't see the light of day
Cause it's a chess game and I don't f*ck with the checkers
And for the record I would put your stupid ass on my record
So check it
I ain't talking bout a song with a hook
Listen
I'm talking bout a f*cking strong right hook
Knock your ass into the future you can see how it ends
You got some crusty ass diamonds face tats and a Benz
But you got no place in this space of mine
Get out my bubble little mumble rap pussy
I'm trying to show the world that a 26 something is hot
Better run and get your pen before you all get got
You'll be claiming #MeToo when you listen to this
Cause I've been at her since Caitlyn Jenner was standing to piss
It's getting crazy with this #MeToo shit getting spun
I heard that Caitlyn said that Bruce had touched her when she was young
My mind's like an attic it's sporadic in there
That's why my rhymes are flying high above you addicts that care
Too much about the money, bitches, and respect you demand
Do you expect for us to give a f*ck you braided your hair?
So check it
I may be young but I've been at it for years
And I just started rapping heavy never spilling a tear
But if you think I owe you shit because I rap and I'm white
You've been living in the dark let me turn on a light
It may seem like I got a little better with time
It wasn't handed to me I just had to stay on the grind
Respect the women in my life by not calling em hoes
I keep it running like the Cumberland with lyrical flows
I've written rhymes like a puzzle reassembling minds
Yeah I wrote it, diagnosis DSM-5 and it's a crime
To see me ripping shit like this
No apology my Holly Tree's are pricking your bliss
I mean no disrespect to Mr. West Kim K
The rhyme just fit so f*cking well I couldn't throw it away
But anyway
I'm back to talking bout myself
I think this forward facing camera's getting bad for my health
Writer: Dylan Andre
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid