[Verse: Josh Rogo]
Listen
They mad fake, so this is the last take
Listen, in that case, I'm usain in this rap race
Its sad that they always happen to fall into last place
But now that im buzzing im getting love from my cla**mates
They headed to the dangerzone, i'd rather bring that paper home
Instead of second place I never hesitate to take it to em
Best to leave these lames alone and stick to what I came to do
And making tunes, but I feel the E is on now break it down
When the beat is on, I throw my emotions in it
Ain't no point of setting boundaries cause' I go the limit
Flow ballistic, no better feeling then when my dome is switching
Big headed Stewie Griffin, you probably just Homer Simpson
My pride I had to swallow it, its down in my esophagus
You following a scholarship to college, well my confidence
Is polishing my sk**, my competition I demolish it
Hes just another rapper to overlook em is common sense
Well, at least I see myself from a different pair of eyes in a generation
Where its harder to make it
Yeah Rogo unconventional, chicks be on my genitals
Or should I say my tenicles? my matter is professional
That chatter unintentional, when you put on a pedistool, did this all on my own and I feel like mr. incredible, my syllables is celibate, ain't nobody effing with em
Hoppin on these tracks and k** the rhythm with athleticism
Damn, these long days are really getting to me, what would you be saying if you had to fit in my 10 1/2's
Ha, well what would be the purpose if I had to end it now
And just forget that I ever picked up a pen?
I don't know, I don't know man
I see you Big Mac
Shoutout to the LM district champs baby!
2013 we in this
LM to OC
215 to the 609 yup yup
And we feeling so fine yup yup
And I'm ghost