[Verse 1] I'm spitting heavily over heavenly melodies This hell I see is jealousy from people who just relish me They better be, changing they mind by the time I'm 17 I guarantee my line's fine like they met with my weed Ah, I'm taking L's like the Bobcats Ya'll cats can't compare to me, niggas all wack More crack in my lyrics than in vents for store's backs Plus I paint my own pictures like a Rorschach Momma's lies about pops was for my own protection Imperfection, was my only given direction While you hoes was in class and hosting erections I was using my mind as a lethal weapon People taking pictures Vivid images got me reminiscing About the times I wasn't killing shit But now I'm real and shit And if you mad, you gonna be really pissed When I'm at hotels and I'm shouting out "How real is this?"
[Verse 2] I'm coming back with a vengeance As darkness ascends, with my pen I repent it Try and stop me, I roll you over and laugh Cause disasters, now you acting like you William Shatner My project is more cheques, not more sex I adore texts, not messages but I'm on next And if a nigga mad, I rip him with no remorse Show my force, I'm a young Skywalker when I show reports These fake niggas acting funny like I did it No attention come when you're close to the money Stop acting, you ain't catching on buddy We wouldn't be close friends if you was new to the country
If you was new to the country, we wouldn't be friends if you was new to the country (Repeat x2)
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An early project by Bishop Nehru in April 2013.
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