lirik lagu known - untitled
[verse 1]
rap attic flow so static twisting words like acrobatics trap habits flow like migos doing the net damage shooting the free throws while that cash vanish rap bandit do a spree on emcees no mercy except on the track jammin’ lambos and corvettes what a wreck going 150 where the ramp is standin’ a bunch of kilos not drugs talking bout’ speed rolling down the road causing havoc got green like ceelo from trap not by dealing though but rap talent out in the city locked in a lockdown dreaded locked in the house pulling hair out walk down to the chop cooking drops just to air out this is hop isnt no scotch unless we looking to cop just to wear out bottles to pop shook it to bop and looking for shops just to clear out no paper chaser if were talking bout’ journals writing down dreams than we’ve caught up if you’rе rocking with the team who serious bout thе game rapping to the top up and i dont do no player hate if you ball you know i will soon follow up no shortcuts for this line i got myself to do this job hollering who paved the way calling you up no hotspot but training for the hottest spot where the sun blazes the mountain top edging to hop up just add it to my next rap page i can taste the days of gathering cake to save battering a beat to play hammering up a drink to pay celebrating if i make it sipping rum up all day salery going up to raise caleries going up hungry i meant on the mic never full always got that hole to fill rap more just to feel whole got more reps to build workaholic mode more checks to unseal not to focus on that but just to check the bills if its just music from off that my accomplishments just stretched like sh~t just got too real got to test my own wheels gears flowing hard no rust just steel trust these bullets i will spill illmatic automatic with the pen constantly flowing f~ck a writers block not with the time i spent if i was showcasing on stage i would spend every minute slow pacing my aim show many ways how to set the crowd crazy on intent help rage against the machine rock and shake the mic till the cops make the scene flock of people wildin out like it was my plan ain’t no fiend but i would smoke all the rappers unlyrical like its a hobby storm them out the lobby bring the original trap back than tell whose been copied and theres no flopping fail once but bring myself back up like its nothing fail twice nothing will ever stop me just like a crowd thats mobbing i will get where i need to be in the offing and my life in the offspring f~ck the past use the tools and start the task off bolting with no holting sh~t
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