Born on 911
Pull up and you know that I work 24/7
The flow is from heaven
Take your Hart just like Kevin
You know that I'm like Tyler Blevins
Cause I'm silent
But in my car, I be revving
Like I'm violent
Cause now I'm eighteen
You know that I aint mean
I'm just trying to make my way
To the green
And fulfill my dream
I need the whip and the cream
Good self-esteem
My fit is clean
I stan a queen
I'm on your screen
Listen
My lyrics burn
Make your stomach churn
And in turn
You yearn
To learn, I discern
You're not stern
You intern
Flippen fern
Pull up and you know that I am the best
I gotta keep that shit off my chest
That's why I wear a vest
You know that I just invest
In my detest
To your attest
And that's a fact
I don't need to attack
Or retract
From the track
I know that I miss vanilla zests
From the dining hall
But that's not all
I appall
Any enemy of mine
I aint got no time
To rhyme
Sublime
In my prime
Leave you speechless
Just like you're a mime
Stole your words
Like a crime
You be sour
Like lime
I need to switch the flow
Cause you already know
I can spit
I'm lit
I just be creating verses
Putting rappers in hearses
And healing on nurses
That is ironic
And I am iconic
Drink gin and tonic
My verses, bubonic
They leave you chronic
Fast just like I'm Sonic
Why did my mom organise a birthday party
I don't know I aint smarty
But that was real Hardy
Like Matt
That
Cat with a big hat
And a bat
Is my slat
Fat rat
Is what I spat at
With a Tommy
No rugrat
What I get at
Rahl thought he could rap better
Wrote me a love letter
Knit me a fat sweater
He is a fat debtor
I know it's a joke
But I never choke
Give me the fat smoke
Heard you croak
Like an oak
When I spoke
Even with a cloak
We know you're broke
Don't say you're woke
We know you aint
Aint no saint
Through the paint
We see you
What a shame
Don't say my name
Why would you say that
Protect your head with a flippen wavecap
Or get a backslap
And backtrack
All the way back to the track
With a big mac
And a backpack
Watch em backtrack
That's my freestyle
Hope it's worthwhile
Like a stockpile
Leave you vile
And on trial
Watch your exile
With a smile
To reconcile
That just for a while
You were hostile
So, enjoy your juvenile
Lifestyle
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Born on 911
Pull up and you know that I work 24/7
The flow is from heaven
Take your Hart just like Kevin
You know that I'm like Tyler Blevins
Cause I'm silent
But in my car, I be revving
Like I'm violent
Cause now I'm eighteen
You know that I aint mean
I'm just trying to make my way
To the green
And fulfill my dream
I need the whip and the cream
Good self-esteem
My fit is clean
I stan a queen
I'm on your screen
Listen
My lyrics burn
Make your stomach churn
And in turn
You yearn
To learn, I discern
You're not stern
You intern
Flippen fern
Pull up and you know that I am the best
I gotta keep that shit off my chest
That's why I wear a vest
You know that I just invest
In my detest
To your attest
And that's a fact
I don't need to attack
Or retract
From the track
I know that I miss vanilla zests
From the dining hall
But that's not all
I appall
Any enemy of mine
I aint got no time
To rhyme
Sublime
In my prime
Leave you speechless
Just like you're a mime
Stole your words
Like a crime
You be sour
Like lime
I need to switch the flow
Cause you already know
I can spit
I'm lit
I just be creating verses
Putting rappers in hearses
And healing on nurses
That is ironic
And I am iconic
Drink gin and tonic
My verses, bubonic
They leave you chronic
Fast just like I'm Sonic
Why did my mom organise a birthday party
I don't know I aint smarty
But that was real Hardy
Like Matt
That
Cat with a big hat
And a bat
Is my slat
Fat rat
Is what I spat at
With a Tommy
No rugrat
What I get at
Rahl thought he could rap better
Wrote me a love letter
Knit me a fat sweater
He is a fat debtor
I know it's a joke
But I never choke
Give me the fat smoke
Heard you croak
Like an oak
When I spoke
Even with a cloak
We know you're broke
Don't say you're woke
We know you aint
Aint no saint
Through the paint
We see you
What a shame
Don't say my name
Why would you say that
Protect your head with a flippen wavecap
Or get a backslap
And backtrack
All the way back to the track
With a big mac
And a backpack
Watch em backtrack
That's my freestyle
Hope it's worthwhile
Like a stockpile
Leave you vile
And on trial
Watch your exile
With a smile
To reconcile
That just for a while
You were hostile
So, enjoy your juvenile
Lifestyle
Pull up and you know that I work 24/7
The flow is from heaven
Take your Hart just like Kevin
You know that I'm like Tyler Blevins
Cause I'm silent
But in my car, I be revving
Like I'm violent
Cause now I'm eighteen
You know that I aint mean
I'm just trying to make my way
To the green
And fulfill my dream
I need the whip and the cream
Good self-esteem
My fit is clean
I stan a queen
I'm on your screen
Listen
My lyrics burn
Make your stomach churn
And in turn
You yearn
To learn, I discern
You're not stern
You intern
Flippen fern
Pull up and you know that I am the best
I gotta keep that shit off my chest
That's why I wear a vest
You know that I just invest
In my detest
To your attest
And that's a fact
I don't need to attack
Or retract
From the track
I know that I miss vanilla zests
From the dining hall
But that's not all
I appall
Any enemy of mine
I aint got no time
To rhyme
Sublime
In my prime
Leave you speechless
Just like you're a mime
Stole your words
Like a crime
You be sour
Like lime
I need to switch the flow
Cause you already know
I can spit
I'm lit
I just be creating verses
Putting rappers in hearses
And healing on nurses
That is ironic
And I am iconic
Drink gin and tonic
My verses, bubonic
They leave you chronic
Fast just like I'm Sonic
Why did my mom organise a birthday party
I don't know I aint smarty
But that was real Hardy
Like Matt
That
Cat with a big hat
And a bat
Is my slat
Fat rat
Is what I spat at
With a Tommy
No rugrat
What I get at
Rahl thought he could rap better
Wrote me a love letter
Knit me a fat sweater
He is a fat debtor
I know it's a joke
But I never choke
Give me the fat smoke
Heard you croak
Like an oak
When I spoke
Even with a cloak
We know you're broke
Don't say you're woke
We know you aint
Aint no saint
Through the paint
We see you
What a shame
Don't say my name
Why would you say that
Protect your head with a flippen wavecap
Or get a backslap
And backtrack
All the way back to the track
With a big mac
And a backpack
Watch em backtrack
That's my freestyle
Hope it's worthwhile
Like a stockpile
Leave you vile
And on trial
Watch your exile
With a smile
To reconcile
That just for a while
You were hostile
So, enjoy your juvenile
Lifestyle
Writer: Quinlan Caiger
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid