Kixxie Siete - Rhythm Assisted Poetry (R.A.P.) lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Kixxie Siete] What you know about, packing these bowls at 3 in the morning when, I should be snoring But I'm not Instead, I'm soaring to the top I'm giving it all I got this is all I ever had this Pen and this pad this, pad that I'm living in My mother, my dad, my brother, my sister Now don't it paint the perfect picture If it don't then I'm hopeless, giving a couple potent, hits of a lovely potion I fear I'm slightly past the regular dosage Floatin' But I ain't tripping Turn the lights down low, right now I'm feeling a tad blow It's small fish big pond and I'm more like a tadpole One day, I'mma grow and you'll see with your own eyes that I'm able to eat up anybody thinking that they fly One of a kind style I'm a fan of reptiles, own a turtle, own a lizard I'm a microphone wizard Let the DJ spin it, he be cutting like scissors And we both got to rock just to get a little paper Tell him it is not no game bro They all rapping and they all sound the same yo And I might drive slow, but keep in mind That I'm in my own lane I've done carved my own name Trying to be my own man, trying to stack my own cake, I've done built my own brand Trying to pave my own way And I know that they going to hate But this middle finger is up to whatever they gon' say They doubt it when they stare at him Apparently the swagger that he carryin' is like that of an African american But I ain't even caring they saying I act black They lack facts I don't quite understand that How you act black my brother Jerron taught me you can only act street you can't act a color Wise words from a bad motherf**er Feel me? That's just the thoughts of an insomniac The bottle of that Cognac get a little lower Everytime I'm looking over let the marijuana burn They claiming they missed the game, they praying for rich return That sh** will never be the same f** what you talking about, I ain't proud of dropping out Even though I talk about it openly This sh** is real homie I ain't sugar coating it They gave me the key But its up to me to open it Hopefully they see that the next on the throne is me And with that said I'm out here to get that bread Motherf**er Tell them this ain't rap this is rhythm a**isted poetry Siete