IATG - That Kid lyrics

[Verse 1] If time is money, then it's an overused line Dropping like from your flow is an offense, fine I Stevie Wonder how the pros can get away with crime I hope their money runs out, and by that, I mean time Far from common, but I make good music White talent like Em, I refuse to just lose it My wordplay's a fiasco, I prefer to just Lu it All my haters pissed off, they oughta just loo it They all slain Cobain, can't handle my fame Can't handle the blame, can't handle the game Whose fault is it that you can't fit in the frame? Better have a change of heart like Jayceon the game Spiderman heroic, but I only spit venom New to writing bars, too young to go in 'em Nobody's buying your rhymes, they won't even rent 'em Son, your style worn out like a fine pair of denim [Verse 2 - IATG] I'm a major, a front pager, a record changer Born in the manger so haters and strangers see the danger Armani Exchanger, I got expensive tastes Dispense and designate extensive intensive hate I'm here to educate the ma**es regardless of their cla**es Clean their gla**es, put on ga**es and reduce the use of plastic I'm the sergeant, write bars in large margins Park cars foreign on the far end I make painful rain like a cloudy hail storm I'm not sick, I just like to see cows eat stale corn I got my sh** on lock like a vice grip Compliment nice tits without consequence like a white pimp The n***as I ride with love me for my fly whip I don't despise cause they rely, that thing is like a sky ship Don't need a disguise to make you cry cause if you die I die richer Get cold feet, Grove Street till I die n***a