[Intro]
What'up?
Put that beat on
They ain't ready for this joint
Let's get it!
[Hook: Brandon Carter]
What can I say, I guess I got a way with words?!
I'm back hauling, I'm back balling, I rap honest
I pa** honors, I pa** hardest, my notepads wanted
I top novice, I rap knowledge, I'm that polished
If I never make it, I'm decorated, sophisticated, innovative, and too persuasive, I made a statement
What can I say, I guess I got a way with words?!
[Verse 1]
Hold up, someone try to hold me down
Get me a mic, cause I'm heavy with bars, pound for pound
You best forfeit it all, I swear they'll know who had the crown
You cannot lie I'll make an oath, you cannot disavow my style
Yo, eat this chip off my shoulder, so I can move along
These bars are so nasty, that you can taste the grout
Sick & ill wit' it without a doubt
Don't even talk about me, if you don't know what I'm about
I didn't mean to hurt yo feelins', but I thought I'd leave you out
To make the sentence shorter
I'll take a quarter of these "rappers" and put them out of order
You best not step foot on my turf, cause you won't pa** the border
Please start cutting the crap, stop cutting corners
I don't know how I should serve you, but I ain't taking orders
Wired notebook, take some notes, 'for I leave ya cordless
Give me a moment of silence, this is your final warning
[Hook]
What can I say, I guess I got a way with words?!
I'm back hauling, I'm back balling, I rap honest
I pa** honors, I pa** hardest, my notepads wanted
I top novice, I rap knowledge, I'm that polished
If I never make it, ya ain't the greatest, you ain't an A-List
Ain't on my playlist, my friendship status'll change to more than friends, while you're still waitin', and I ain't playin'
What can I say, I guess I got away with words?!
[Verse 2]
Ooh, what a happy day?!
This following announcement could cause a sleight delay:
I can't hold y'alls weight!
What does it take to get you out my face?
Get back, these rappers are just some setbacks
How to pimp his style (not his ride): put him in gift wrap
Put an end to your career, you just been
Gift-wrapped
I'm just chillin', feelin' someone should pull me up a chair, Watch y'all lagging of repair
I bury rappers daily, 365 days a year
I got something in the bag, you don't none of
What y'all really want is sad, you just want some of my care
I best prepare
These people just want my spotlight, they think I'm tryna share
Sandlot, try and grab all that I have
Let's make it a dare
I got more bars to spare
I hope you're scared
I'm gon' show my condolences:
"Love Bijan"—sincere
I know how to make an ending, so why not do this properly
I think I just stole the show, man now I'm wanted for robbery
[Hook]
What can I say, I guess I got a way with words?!
I'm back hauling, I'm back balling, I rap honest
I pa** honors, I pa** hardest, my notepads wanted
I top novice, I rap knowledge, I'm that polished
If I never make it; I'm designated, It's estimated, approximation, no hesitation to comeback, and take it
What can I say, I guess I got my way with words?!
[Verse 3]
I got a way wit' words
I got away wit' words
I got a smart mouth, intelligent wit' or without an urge
I got a ways to go, but how do I get away from you?
You know this my grounds, sadly this no place for you
Yeah, is anybody hearin' this?
Nobody wanna try me, I am a lyric genius
I set sail onto oceans, everyone's gone adrift
If I don't got what they need, bet everyone is jumpin' ship
Some people don't got me on re—play, I got some people throwing bricks
You should read my body language, apparently you don't watch the lips
I'd take on anybody, any hobby I adapt, finesse
I got myself a grudge on you, don't think that I'll release the grip
I got to sock it to ya
This really ain't no mix and match
Someone please tape this murder
I admit I k**ed this track
I got no pen and paper, yet I still draw attention
I'm takin' off, ain't comin' back
I makes moves, but I never leave a footprint
Ain't nobody bold enough to follow in these footsteps
[Outro]
What can I say, I'll always have a way with words!