Letras
It's young Rome
With the impeccable flows
For those who don't know
Or roam far away
From home
I ain't nothing to fuck with
They slept and got to comfortable
In the position they tucked in
These rappers pajama soft
I'll leave em slumped kid
Lyrically assassinate em
Your looking at a rebel
Quick shooter
Like Jayson Tatum
Throwing the 3s
For the bean
To represent quick
Whole lotta Boston
Up in this bitch
Better not attempt shit
Man
I'm breakin out of my shell
To bring you hot fire like hell
But this talent heaven sent
Molded and sculptured
Well devoted with time
Others listen then mimic
Protect your peace of mind
From these so called friends
Full of gimmicks
The Envious kind
Got the same 24 hours a day
But always worried about mine
To notice time slipping away
Chipping away at their own soul
Cause of another mans goals
Foot on the gas
Won't catch me
Going down the same road
I'm back at it
Like bad habits
Flow so dope
They waiting for the next hit
Like crack addicts
Why bring the smoke
When I can bring the static
Like who is he
Why wasn't he
One of the nominees
They must've slept on me
Guess the wake up was for Nothing
Nah let me stop fronting
One thing is guaranteed
It lead me to what I'm becoming
And it's early in the morning
So I got to eat
Oh ya'll thought this was sweet
I'll give them
A minute to start running
That's merciful enough
Before I start hunting