Letras
Ok backup I need 6 feet
I get you capped like I fix teeth
Broken halos ain't no way that you can fix these
They said i'm underground cus I'm rapping like I'm six deep
Look at me like I'm a mystery
I leave you left out like them pages back in history
I rush for my wins ain't no way that you could pick me
Crown on my head I'm looking round like come and get me
Every track I do I make 'em lean like they are tipsy
Walking round the party on the cane like I am 60
Often pop and aim at all these rappers trying to trick me
I'm off the top insane its kind of crazy how they missed me
But do I really have to prove myself
Really have to make a list of all the things I do myself
Write and mix and master engineer and go produce myself
Working everyday then stay up late to go and lose my health fuck
Then let these labels go and use they belt
Treat us like they slaves and take our money to improve they wealth
Rarely even make it there unless you know just who can help
Struggling trying to pay your bills but flexing like your doing well
Fuck that tell me just when is enough at
Tell 'em you giving the cuffs at
Tell 'em you finna to bust back
See I been winning a rough track
Take and ain't giving no fucks back
Pacing the sinning a rough act
I'm feeling the primitive up raps
My cadence you can't play with i'm impatient on a spaceship
Flying faded to invasions of yo playlist I'm invaded
Underrated I've been jaded overlooked and not related
Well debated conversated quick to leave you on the pavement