Sha Stimuli - Coast 2 Coast Weekly 8 lyrics

[Verse]: I told cats before they should blame it on my grammar it's poetic It ain't my fault, blame my grandma it's genetic And this year I'm sympathetic cause she past to a greater place So each time I say my grace I speak to her Telling her, "I'm sorry that I made mistakes" It took so long to make, if I could change the date And push the years back I would Even though my flow wasn't half as good I was twice as hungry and I had my hood behind me Now I just say the sh** that no other rapper could Damn, I should just take over now I'm such a ba*tard, putting Brooklyn on my back like it's luggage I got a carry on Destinations where granny's waiting, I don't do average songs The path I'm on, I swear is so airy When other artists seem so scared to get near me I'm the difference between yearly and daily I get better every morning, every verse is a performance I don't care if you hear me, I paint pictures Grand mammacita I feel like I could close my eyes and reach her This year has been crazy, I've talked to kids and I feel like a teacher I tell them I can make it, it gets deeper I look down on other MCs while you looking down on me And you wonder why we look up to people that sound corny but That's why I keep the pound on me and I talk about d**h so much I let so much of what I really go through, out there into Pro Tools I got a rich swag with a broke rule so f** everybody Interviewers asking if I felt dissed Cause I ain't get up on the XXL list I'm so selfish I can't be in a cla**room I drop sh** constantly, vocal booth and the bathroom If you a star, your favorite rapper is a half moon I'm the sunshine, f** a punchline, who ga**ed you? These people need me I touch the teens, I read the youth It's not for me, I'm here for you They asking, who am I? The sun, the light, the rain, the dark The gun, the knife, I aim and spark The gutter type to take your heart The love, the life, the pain, the start Of the end of the game, I'm about to tear this sh** apart I'm about to rape these f**ing charts They asking, who am I? The cornerstone, the first, the last The one that don't rehearse his craft The thug who pauses, burst and laughter Yo, this ain't new to me I went to school and learned my math I got the tool to burst and blast I'll make a fool reverse his path, yo this is who I be The Glock that popped you, shot that shot you Rock inside your sock The cop that stopped you, God, I'm like the block I'm always hot The one they said, acts like a dick And that dick ends up in your chick And that chick ends up on my skin And then you end up on some sh** You wanna flip, but you found out I practice gymnastics I'm quick, with the plastic, I'll blast it, I'm sick I'm the gift, they unwrapped it, a cla**ic I spit like a fifth with a pa**ion You asked and I'm here Finally I made it Realizing why I was created I wanna say more but, now it's like the words are escaping Huh I'm walking back and forth and Right now I'm really pacing You ever seen Rosemary's Baby? And everybody's there praising Satan? That's the industry I feel like that, like praying up to God is really hating It's kinda hard It's so hard to relate For me? It's so hard to be fake Coast II Coast mixtapes You heard beats get raped for like eight weeks straight Stimuli man