Christian Norton - Week 6 lyrics

If you don't listen to Rap, then don't listen to me It's that simple, Hip-Hop's what I'm destined to be So I'm blessin' the beat with my lessons to read And I'm settling for no less than the best, de la creme I can be hella mean, but I always go hella hard He's as good as the legends, so it's hard to tell apart So I teleport, f** airports, I don't need credit cards When my b**h is having menapause, I just go and rent a car Leave out the state, leave her with pennies more Have a chat with the senator while she at home plenty starved f** the bullsh**, I'm ready bro, past is past, let it go Tell the haters, yeah let 'em know CiNo blowed, they head explode They doubted and doubted until I finally made it And now they cannot believe it because of how much they hated They thought I'd never be famous cuz I was always degraded Now they wanna kiss my a**, so I bend down, let 'em taste it I'm back on my grind even harder than before I'm feeling like Kanye, I'm retarded with the flow Growing Chronic with the harvest in the garden, let it grow f** being hungry, I'm flying around starving like a crow