CS~W - All Mine lyrics

[Verse 1] Look at the flick of the wrist Look at the chip in my tooth I was 12 when I first caught a fist Now I throw hands in the booth, to tell you the truth A little cash wouldn't be the worst thing So if you would just loosen up them purse strings I'm in pursuit of happiness clapping tracks with the truth, unh All I see is wackness the packaging has to be proof A catalyst with hella aptitude for visual aesthetic Captivating ma**es, rhyme schemes chock full of message I ain't co*ky, I heard confidence is key Busting doors up off the hinges with the weight of my speech Just wait & you'll see Ain't no second coming of Lauryn I got bigger hills to climb, no disrespect but it's my time [Chorus] They keep telling me I'm timeless, steady calling me your highness Because it's mine, it's all mine, yeah it's mine Mama asked me why I'm stressing, she said baby get your blessing Because it's mine, it's all mine, yeah it's mine [Verse 2] Turn up turn up turn up it's so lit lit lit Shawty leaning like the syrup getcho f-f-f-fix Mix the purpose with the furnace, gimme that beat below my sternum Worship service save the sermon, that's my sh**, that's a hit Kickin dust up Cuz I heard Ivy Sole be the spontaneous combuster, microphone trucker Only bars when they discuss her, come straight for your head, just might concuss ya So come correct or get your luck up, you numb nut Word around town is real rap is on the way So forget what you was looking for tomorrow cuz today We dodged the devil for 24, hoping to see many more Handing beats that first 48, feeling great [Chorus] [Verse 3] See I was in the Chi, I was feeling quite the opposite Sippin on a vibe, like water for chocolate Approximate release date looming, heart rate booming Tryna figure if my mom would let me have my old room Then I resumed the campaign, but I ain't pressed for your caucus I don't need votes or elections, I'm a descendant of Rawkus Yall rappers talk us to d**h nary a penny to show Barely a song to your name & yet you flex like a pro I ain't got press at the moment but yes my presence it glows Applying pressure to the wounds that I deliver my foes Yall should consider dying slow, wouldn't wanna miss the come up I heard winter be the season for preparing for the summer What a shame, what a bummer, you thought you was next You got less drive than a Hummer on cinderblocks I suspect My ten toes tap tempos none can match but I So when ask me for the time, I can only reply that it's mine It's all mine it's all mine