Letras
(Hook)
The verses in my backlog
This is what you asked for
This is all my dreams
This is the root of my black thoughts
The epitome
Rapping in calligraphy
When I'm painting pictures
I really mean that literally
100 paintings
This is my first self portrait
Got 100 verses and I fill em all with choruses
99 problems I been keeping to myself
Exhibitions of my art and now I leave em on your shelves
(Verse)
I had a dream I was famous
Yeah I really did
The type of famous like
Yeah girl thats really him
The type of famous
That get you the admissions in
And I dont need no iPhone for facial recognition'n
Dreams to be limitless
Became all my dividends
I'm feeling like him again
Like a christening
So Come and bare witness then
The way a young nigga penning this
Like Shakespeare
Cuz I shake spheres
And I shake peers
Couldn't find my place here
So I paint it
Then I write, Then I rhyme it
If I dreamed to be famous
I just need perfect Timing
Such a bastard, expect less from me?
WIth this talent, tell me how I take less money?
And I'mma genius baby, what you expect from me?
Cuz where I'm from baby, we dont respect dummies
100 paintings and this my first self portrait
Got 100 verses and I fill em all with choruses
I been spending time to align with myself
Like I used to want it all
Now all i want is help
I been paraphrasing
Really pairing phrases
Got the Birds Eye
When I'm sitting curbside
I became a prince and realized why birds cry
From a birds eye
My 6th sense is just my 3rd eye
(Hook) (x2)
The verses in my backlog