Csrmrno - 9:51pm lyrics

[Verse 1: Rowlan] I told them look it I'm the man to fill a place Inquire quickly You should book it I'm a God thats still living Walk on water like it's ice Never frozen where I'm at Still lift my city like it's light Wack rappers on my shoulders If I drop then that's your life Local streets don't elevate to my level Get scared of heights If I put you where I'm at My fans won't lie and say you nice My movement real as f** So no my soul don't got no price I'm nothing like these rappers Who you putting up in lights I could k** you with a key word And unlock like all your sites I hear your melody that sh** is kinda tight But you are not The type sign and try to dive Yeah we waiting on the flop You check the truth often It's not your reflection You always revving up the system Just to ride that perception Right in front on my Wayan Early on I brought pain Jayceion Terell Taylor I ain't playing no Game My double entendres Run it right through your triples My home team with 10 to go I Jerome Bettis the middle Speaking yards until my yard Can fit Kanye's inside Unheard of words on top of words I make the crossword collide It's never hate I'm glad you moving I hope everyone rise But the Market will always crash When I can k** what they buy They hear that I'm a the real talent These rappers all come and go Every low can live a high But every high can't live low Woah [Chorus: Rowlan] See I ain't into acting average, no And I ain't into acting savage, no And I ain't into making friends, naw You tryna ride well that depends, why 2x [Verse 2: Rowlan] See lately I been talking sh** like Like two commas is light And lately the sh** I'm talking Manifest to my life Lately I hear they words And it's a cry of neglection It's either Rowlan, Russ, or Chance Nobody new's that impressive I never bragged the way I do When it wasn't the truth I used to never pull the tool But that cause I wouldn't shoot Now a days I go columbine And k** my whole cla** Then throw high fives' to the artist Who poke they head if they last, then laugh The 90's did some sick things to my soul Born on BIG raised on Em then watch the uprise of Cole Real sh** is still alive But I'm diverse with my rhymes I cash out in every market Turning dollars to dimes Hey, they see my drops And think there's something to prove Labels knocking at my door Like Benson and SVU Keep knocking I'm def and happy it's silent Rap today's Isiah Thomas Take the green to start shining Woah [Chorus: Rowlan] See I ain't into acting average, no And I ain't into acting savage, no And I ain't into making friends, naw You tryna ride well that depends, why 2x