Smooth

Tryna keep myself busy

Everything is moving quickly

Keepin' my head straight on my shoulders

Things change as I get older

Only about my penmanship

Later in life I can take a vacation trip

But for now I'm strengthening my relationship

With myself and I know it'll take a bit

Got multiple subjects from A-Z

I make music daily

Don't try to play on me

Bars I got like 80

Per song, but I only use 16

Y'all stay trapped making trap

Meanwhile I'm crossing genres, no cap

I overlap these clueless cats and that's a fact

It don't matter if I'm playing instruments, producing, singing, writing, or just plain old rap

My shit slaps, any day of the week

I'm always on fleek

Tryna step to me

You're shit is weak

I'll shut you down like Windows

I'm too cold, like when the wind blows

Spiritually I'm a crescendo

You said you're ahead hoe

Bitch, when though

This where the verse end go

I'mma be doin' my thing in my whip

No I never carry that thing on my hip

So smooth you might slip

Come on can you get a grip

Come on can you get a grip

I'mma be doin' my thing in my whip

No I never carry that thing on my hip

So smooth you might slip

Come on can you get a grip

Come on can you get a grip

This feeling I have is lovely

Nobody can take it from me

Never bummy, you'll never catch me asking for money

Bitch, why are you running?

I got the ooey gooey like putty

Compared to me, man your music is nothin'

Come fuck with me, I'll turn nothin' to somethin'

Music to me has always been that one thing

Toxic vibes I gotta cut it

Can't take baggage, can't take no luggage

And master all the facets of being a musician

I do listen to legendary OG's

I never skip the classics in fact they're the ones who made me