Jay Tri11a - Ninth lyrics

[Verse 1] Tri11a in this sh**, damn I am the sh** 13, with a pair of scissors and you about to clip Speaking of sh**, these other rappers is an*s I don't got a problem topping y'all, I am shameless My flows is so cold, got me on insane sh** Slaying these n***as that's hating, I am the bravest Black like the people that came off the slave ships The engineer fixing hip hop, its on maintenance Ain't gone stop k**ing y'all til' you cave in You're a 'has been', you never have been, you aging None of you s**er try to claim this You, your mother and your cousin wish they made this But I made this My rhymes will send y'all to Cannan From Seattle, where its usually raining Rhyming like this? My flows sound stainless I know I sound a lil' heinous But I can touch the sky, turn that into the mainland Suburbans can't rap? I doubt that, why you hating? You know I got bars, 500 degrees, blazing Imma keep rhyming until I'm deceased And even past that, these tracks will cure the diseased I ease tracks, you need that, bees in the trap, I'm flexing I come up with these cold a** flows while I'm resting Relentless [Hook] In 8th grade, but my 9th will be the realest J Will, flows are the illest And trillest, and chillest, and I kinda stay k**ing Serial k**er, that's kinda how I'm feeling Say what? 8th Grade Say what? 8th Grade Say what? 8th Grade Say what? 9th Grade What grade? 9th Grade What grade? 8th Grade What grade? 9th Grade What grade? 8th Grade (x3) [Verse 2] My bars are stone cold I'm Medusa, I'll turn y'all into to stone I'm an sculptor, so I can change the stone to a cone I'm a vulture, scrape up you like some trash on floor. My flows is sour like a lime Hot like a dime, I k** you every time Spit fire, nice sights, don't judge me because I'm higher Fly like Superman Tap the Star Spangled Manner Please excuse my manners That was kinda rude I'm just posing for the cameras I'm too crude, I blast you hard like a hammer But I let you keep your glamour I'm just flexing, I'm the man You the fan I got a plan Blew your mind like a fan I'm beastin', I'm fiendish You can catch me leaving, but first you can meet me We tri11ions, I'm k**in' em, disa**embly, that's weekly They scared of you, you a pair of shoes, and Paratoo, you stay squeaking You want some bird food? Well too bad, I'm eating [Hook] In 8th grade, but my 9th will be the realest J Will, flows are the illest And trillest, and chillest, and I kinda stay k**ing Serial k**er, that's kinda how I'm feeling Say what? 8th Grade Say what? 8th Grade Say what? 8th Grade Say what? 9th Grade What grade? 9th Grade What grade? 8th Grade What grade? 9th Grade What grade? 8th Grade (x3)