E Cole - Sweet lyrics

[Verse 1: E Cole] Like pure grain sugar cane This rap sh** is starting to make people go insane To all the Haters, I ain't the one to blame In a bit of time, all that's goin down is my rain Even though my mixtapes free it'll still be sellin out My raps electric, makin the world go round Tear up the beat, call that ground and pound Rap battles in the street, with words I will throw you down Cuz we all know I'm too skinny to do that physically And I'm not motivated that way cynically So I say I'm skinny cuz fame is the only thing I will digest My mixtapes called I will cuz you know I'm giving my best Rap world champion cuz I'm better than the rest Trend less and washed out, clean up your mess A couple years youll see me reeling in big checks Yeah, so just remember that I be so sweet Stomp on any beat Using football cleats 40 yard dash, get the f** out my way Sprint my route to fame, then collect my pay Writing nonstop for this mixtape, take it day by day Rappin on guitar hero mics, you know I'm on expert The world is finally restored, we freed earl sweatshirt Praise the f**in lord, excuse me didn't mean to curse You can try to stop me but that just ain't possible My dreams are something I control, full patrol in no huddle, never calling an audible Automatic flames, press play and I go Call me bobby flay, fryin beats on the stove Haters question my ways, but it isn't there life though It's f**in mine And it's better than yours Cuz I don't waste my time Staying up late Making ways to hate But whatever if that's what you want to do Haters gon hate, that's just the truth Sweet I remain, hop off sour patch noobs