The Rest of My Life

Lyrics

Intro: Awon Yeah, it's Awon, Tiff The Gift, SoulChef, Goon Trax what up Verse 1: Awon Innovative illustrating the method On how to use words like weapons and SoulCheffin Heating up a cold session with old lessons Or how to dominate any candidate you nominate Sophisticated like pomegranate and vodka The Nike S B rocka, the hip a hip hoppa Sometimes I spend reminiscing of Big Poppa And my intricacies if you listen I get proper My whole style is super future satortorilis Explore the world through the common wealth I'm on the globe with this The love I get is glorious, I'm victorious For setting trends victorious, the people need a warrior I'm at the higher Regency of the Astoria Giving you more of the realness in the categoria Hip hop genre I'm Obama Awon, Tiff The Gift flipping scripts from the rest of this it's Verse 2: Tiff The Gift Yeah, lemme tell me story, alright I'll die making music just to tell my story I cater to my followers, pay homage to those before me I'll bow to predecessors cuz I know where I come from I'm humble but I'll eat a nigga whole if he wants some I'll never fall a victim to fads and trendy ways Ever since I was a youth I was hungry, I had that glaze I step on stage, the smoke gets thicker I feel it in my soul, I got that magic and you figure I'm far from my prime and I have yet to make my debut When I do these niggas better wear they safe suits Cuz touch that mic, no remorse and I will rape you Be cool I'll take you under my wing, just for the spring Cuz most only last for a season Pretty smile but when I kick it, you would swear I was a heathen I got that fever, until I'm face up in that casket I'll never lose and several dudes bear witness to the madness, you faggots Verse 3: Awon For the rest of my life, I promise to spit savage Way above average, the microphone is my second marriage From the East coast out to Paris, Japan and New Zealand Giving hip hop a new feeling With vintage quality, so appealing The Marvin Gaye of rap, what I'm giving you is lyrical healing My boxcutter make you look like relatives ceiling If you try to step to me, a floor is what you stealing Stiff arming cats in my lane like I'm Peterson Brett Farve with lyrical game cuz I need to win Vegetarian, with an appetite for blood Call me Edward Kyle cuz I'm the thug ladies love Vampire set it on fire, burn a bitch down Take a king's crown, decapitate the weak live now This is first down and goal, control on the road See the lane fold as the Grim Reaper takes souls