So
What I'm feeling right now
Is sitting in my basement and just peeling down
All my feelings that I had from the day before
And today, the day after and before
Everything like this happened, I'm rapping
Right now, sitting underground on my lap is my laptop now
Every rap I do hits the ground with a slap and then 'pow'
It goes, 'kablam' and then wow
You say me?
The white rapper kid just slayed a beat?
Yeah, that's me, not a team
Not sixteen so I don't got a jeep
Or any sort of car, I'm just spitting real mean
Raps and my nice broads go onto my knees
To see me and defeat all these beats
And beatin' me off while I'm going with the cement
Don't know what I'm saying
It's just some nonsense
I'm a nuisance but I'm slaying
Every single rap song that I get on
And asked for a feature I'm balling harder than Lebron
That was a corny a** Chief Keef line he would have spit
*Silence*
So was that
Nothing
Cause Chief Keef is whack
I'm not tryna be out here talking smack to
Every single rapper, I'm just giving dap to
All my homies sitting and listening to crack
Addicting music for my ears to hear
And not doing anything cause my ears are pierced
With music
Heavy metal
Just had to say that
Do you get the riddle?
Pierced
Metal
Ear
Settle
In can you hear the amazing rebel, that's me
Said that in a new song from Progress
Can't release the date but it's two on
I'm recording like four mixtapes right now
I got at least 4 concepts, they'll hit the ground
Running cause I have summoned
These people blundering or these
Thundering lyrics that I'm coming
Forth with
Withdraw
Like I was a drawbridge it's all
A rap game in my head
Transparency is all I can really fathom in the air you see?
Cause that's just what I like to spit
Fighting it
Nah
I will just knife and sh**
Do everything I can to get money
Cause I need the Schama feature and I need some hunnids
To record my tape
And put it on DatPiff so I will feel great
Be a rapper
Underground
That's all I want, just wanna make a sound
Mac Miller
Macadelic
Thoughts From A Balcony
Couldn't think of a rhyme right there
You can't rhyme, I'm scared
Of you, and your lyrical arsonal
Set the barstool up
Just listen to me
I'm comin'
Progress