Lyrics

[Verse 1] When it comes to text I'm similar to my ancestors All the dead poets, they ghost is my professors World sleep, like me in school lectures Guess its all karma Known to plant seeds, I'm ya neighborhood farmer Timbs and a bomber bat You could tell what I rep from the silhouette (Brooklyn) Newer names get the fame and trip Prolly backstage sniffing that shit Follow the fiend or the leader? New or old beats, either (?) go hard like we Peter I duck devils Up levels Can't let a soul top me Will he stop? No telling, that's Tekashi Chicas say papi Bored of the game when it became Monopoly Cats gambling Keep care when I'm track handlin' Y'all sweet like rap Mandarin Hanging MC's by the ego I don't smile, I make cuts like I'm emo Day in the life of a popular loner Early morning woke up with a boner My first thought Is thank God I'm alive in a era where the dreamers die The Resurrection I hear beats, feel a connection Similar to sexin' without protection More raw than Eddie Murphy Put work firstly Had a vision my moms cursed me And told me to get the fuck out the house And never come back So I went and gathered my luggage but I only packed raps And now I'm running through takes Me and the engineers like roomates You need more than money to out-stub me And I love hip-hop, not country I left a dead horse on the old town road The kid is in a whole nother mode Kicking that fly shit Flatbush, Bed Stuy shit Beats bump like bodies in mosh pits And caught seizures Every week I'm back with more heat for people with amnesia Got that bag, I'mma seize it And tell you stay up like the Pyramid of Giza Beat switch up [Verse 2] Yeah, uh Feeling like one to one Born star who father Son to son Young gentleman, can I get your number, hun? Maybe even beat it like drum Bra-rum-buh-bum Do this shit for the fun And the funds Fuck y'all, fuck the world I don't run with them Why Stro? 'Cause they sensitive And they dumb Niggas looking like addicts And they young Who's you? Different foot, same shoe Y'all guys only fly 'cause you got it too? Jump out like po-go Make logos Live a movie, only break just to take photos Fresh All the rest I do not owe those Since birth been the shit, been had the odor Test My (?), now I gotta fold ya Shoulda never made assumptions, mama made a soldier, yeah For those thinking they could get wit me Come equipped It Come With Free Delivery Hate, I deflate Plus Operate spiritually Life's a bitch but we got chemistry Right remedy It's no cure for this sickness Who that young man giving gems like its Christmas? Keep ya head up That ain't a precedent(?), that's a setup Fuck it Tell 'em the rules for the TruckFit, yeah Vicious Chicks say I'm delicious More flavor than used dishes Ain't shit pretty but the city view when I cruise bridges Rhymes got sharp like New clippers Rhymes got hard like they seen nude pictures I'm so erect, I come correct, yuh I want coins like Mario Get the mixed and the masters Slave to the audio Steal a show, know it hurt to invite 'em In my bag like a personal item And I'm not sorry I'm sonnin' these niggas, no Maury Take a look at the sky, we seeing eye to eye, yeah I got the shit that you need though A terrorist with my name written on the torpedo, yo You other niggas bore us like Kodjoe Stro season and if you don't know now you know, hoe