Low key a mastermind, I stay on my grind, with these rhymes
Tryna find my way up out the pine
And foolgazy niggas blocking all my shine by throwing shade
But still I'm shining brighter than today
I'm not a rapper, I'm and artist to the music game
Not for fame I love this thang, I will never abdicate, abnegate
Tho I feel the hate, I just tolerate
All the BS in my life and scratch it all away abrasion, disfigur-coloration
If I fret too much, my brain will never hush
Sometimes my thoughts are like a slam to the face
Or better yet a punch, keeping myself in line
But thinking hard to see what I can find
That mental grind, mastermind of my time, and on my shine like a diamond
Bitch niggas taking stabs, butcher me up like I'm swine
And always whining bout what real hustlers do
They bust the nine and chunk the duce
I call that shit the '92, but I was born in '94
I just thought that you should know
I'm building this up from the floor, Hood Dreamers
Wanna see it reach the store and grow some more
Like a pit, I lock my jaws, never letting go
I'm a pit, beware my bite, I'm never letting go
Low key a mastermind, I stay on my grind, with these rhymes
Tryna find my way up out the pine
And foolgazy niggas blocking all my shine by throwing shade
But still I'm shining brighter than today
Born in 94 and I be wrecking, had to get up on the mic to teach niggas a lesson
If you ain't got no skills then your ass should get to stepping
I would hate to crash a fool because he think he wreckless
Checking into my beastmode, waiting for the countdown, bout to blow like C4
Detonating right now, Mi Casa, Su Casa, it's my place so smoke up
They talk shit behind your back, but face to face, they choke up
I'm talking bout them fake niggas
Yea I mean them hoe niggas
Them pussy boys with false files, them niggas be hoe niggas
My nights is real niggas, we slit throats and pull triggers
Hustling for the money, if you against us we deal with you
This shit is stranger than fiction, don't do no talking just listen
I'm bout that action, I'm packing, come up on me
I'm slitting these niggas in halves, maybe fourths
Cuz I got 5 times the power, these fools be ducking for cover
Cuz we be having blood showers, they be like hold up
Stop the clock for a second to pour up, sip some with my niggas
Then after that I show up these fools, get back in motion
Cuz you know I got the potion, like a wizard
And don't f*ck with a clipper, cuz I'll clip you
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Low key a mastermind, I stay on my grind, with these rhymes
Tryna find my way up out the pine
And foolgazy niggas blocking all my shine by throwing shade
But still I'm shining brighter than today
I'm not a rapper, I'm and artist to the music game
Not for fame I love this thang, I will never abdicate, abnegate
Tho I feel the hate, I just tolerate
All the BS in my life and scratch it all away abrasion, disfigur-coloration
If I fret too much, my brain will never hush
Sometimes my thoughts are like a slam to the face
Or better yet a punch, keeping myself in line
But thinking hard to see what I can find
That mental grind, mastermind of my time, and on my shine like a diamond
Bitch niggas taking stabs, butcher me up like I'm swine
And always whining bout what real hustlers do
They bust the nine and chunk the duce
I call that shit the '92, but I was born in '94
I just thought that you should know
I'm building this up from the floor, Hood Dreamers
Wanna see it reach the store and grow some more
Like a pit, I lock my jaws, never letting go
I'm a pit, beware my bite, I'm never letting go
Low key a mastermind, I stay on my grind, with these rhymes
Tryna find my way up out the pine
And foolgazy niggas blocking all my shine by throwing shade
But still I'm shining brighter than today
Born in 94 and I be wrecking, had to get up on the mic to teach niggas a lesson
If you ain't got no skills then your ass should get to stepping
I would hate to crash a fool because he think he wreckless
Checking into my beastmode, waiting for the countdown, bout to blow like C4
Detonating right now, Mi Casa, Su Casa, it's my place so smoke up
They talk shit behind your back, but face to face, they choke up
I'm talking bout them fake niggas
Yea I mean them hoe niggas
Them pussy boys with false files, them niggas be hoe niggas
My nights is real niggas, we slit throats and pull triggers
Hustling for the money, if you against us we deal with you
This shit is stranger than fiction, don't do no talking just listen
I'm bout that action, I'm packing, come up on me
I'm slitting these niggas in halves, maybe fourths
Cuz I got 5 times the power, these fools be ducking for cover
Cuz we be having blood showers, they be like hold up
Stop the clock for a second to pour up, sip some with my niggas
Then after that I show up these fools, get back in motion
Cuz you know I got the potion, like a wizard
And don't f*ck with a clipper, cuz I'll clip you
Tryna find my way up out the pine
And foolgazy niggas blocking all my shine by throwing shade
But still I'm shining brighter than today
I'm not a rapper, I'm and artist to the music game
Not for fame I love this thang, I will never abdicate, abnegate
Tho I feel the hate, I just tolerate
All the BS in my life and scratch it all away abrasion, disfigur-coloration
If I fret too much, my brain will never hush
Sometimes my thoughts are like a slam to the face
Or better yet a punch, keeping myself in line
But thinking hard to see what I can find
That mental grind, mastermind of my time, and on my shine like a diamond
Bitch niggas taking stabs, butcher me up like I'm swine
And always whining bout what real hustlers do
They bust the nine and chunk the duce
I call that shit the '92, but I was born in '94
I just thought that you should know
I'm building this up from the floor, Hood Dreamers
Wanna see it reach the store and grow some more
Like a pit, I lock my jaws, never letting go
I'm a pit, beware my bite, I'm never letting go
Low key a mastermind, I stay on my grind, with these rhymes
Tryna find my way up out the pine
And foolgazy niggas blocking all my shine by throwing shade
But still I'm shining brighter than today
Born in 94 and I be wrecking, had to get up on the mic to teach niggas a lesson
If you ain't got no skills then your ass should get to stepping
I would hate to crash a fool because he think he wreckless
Checking into my beastmode, waiting for the countdown, bout to blow like C4
Detonating right now, Mi Casa, Su Casa, it's my place so smoke up
They talk shit behind your back, but face to face, they choke up
I'm talking bout them fake niggas
Yea I mean them hoe niggas
Them pussy boys with false files, them niggas be hoe niggas
My nights is real niggas, we slit throats and pull triggers
Hustling for the money, if you against us we deal with you
This shit is stranger than fiction, don't do no talking just listen
I'm bout that action, I'm packing, come up on me
I'm slitting these niggas in halves, maybe fourths
Cuz I got 5 times the power, these fools be ducking for cover
Cuz we be having blood showers, they be like hold up
Stop the clock for a second to pour up, sip some with my niggas
Then after that I show up these fools, get back in motion
Cuz you know I got the potion, like a wizard
And don't f*ck with a clipper, cuz I'll clip you
Writer: TUDARRIO WILLIS
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave