P. Jones - Success lyrics

[Hook] Don't fail, fail Ain't nobody tryna do that Don't fail, fail Let's continue making moves black Don't fail, fail I guarantee we don't do that Don't fail, fail Hands up in the air for the new cat! [Verse 1] I flick the switch on, now I've written sick song One crack at bat, I swing and it's gone My raps and tracks are never split long All because the high you'll get from this song Is the inhaled smoke ripped from six bongs All at the same time, a crime I'm this strong Like attractions dudes have for Ms. Wrong And the attitudes of the mainstream About the the avenues used to get to your dreams That we aspire to, with crew on the scene I'm tryna get these words moving, moving My competition want my movement losing But that don't matter cause I'm proving music Is still alive in the genre I'ma spit a single full of double entendres Triple up the money then I'll focus on the commas If rap had a school, I'da graduated honors Rare as a nazi that celebrates Kwanzaa Rare as a Ferrari traded in for a Honda Bonkers, send over a beat and I will conquer When I choose to dip I wanna be missed My eternal sunshine will leave a rapper crying Heard your boy spit, they forgot he exists Erased from the mind with unstoppable hits b**h! [Hook] [Verse 2] Kyrie Irving when I be serving Straight out the gate, I'm an ace with the wording Pretty fly state in my twenty five eight My flow is outer space. What's the fate of an earthling? Dunzo. I'm just being frank up front Kinda like a hundo, my bars never run low Me on the beat, NRA at a gun show an*logous, been set my metaphors to gung ho Meaning I'm dedicated Poetry elevated, this murder pre-meditated They heard it then imitated all the ways that I said it I'm k**in' em so Parental aided and abetted My cadence and my message got em taking anesthetics Bringing too much pain and my crew sustained Making up all these records in a ruthless game I'm a**uming it's the same, I'm prepared for the worst Saw a rapper slain over there in a hearse He was pressured to be something that he wasn't His career is now buried in the dirt And his words still mean nothing Not a cautionary tale, but that is how you fail If you can't see that, you need to learn Braille And feel how the beat bumps, word to Andre 3K Tryna keep lyricism alive down in the A n***a!