Modezart - Sweatpants lyrics

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Modezart - Sweatpants lyrics

Verse 1: No Mizzou, I'm from T-O-P Since preschool, had that M-I-C Now bust raps, cause at first I sing These W, X, Y and Z Nowadays, rappers using my elementary bars But even then grades are unsatisfactory cards Report my retorts like tattletales, like rat em out Yet they instigated it, in here saying let's battle now So I figured that I better give them decency, give a little piece of me Cause they rough riding even when I keep on easy street even though I know they couldn't beat this beat I don't have to try to show em up; they even showing up cause their flowing s**s Never stay on top like broken ducks, making Ernie cuss in his funky tub But when I come commercial, it's unpredictable: Old Spice Cause I was a plus size rhyme sayer ever since I honed my Technique at eleven, never letting up; leveling up better publications Came from this blazing undercover Caucasian Waiting patient (sick) disorderly when I conduct Like a Philharmonic director seizing during Knuck if you Buck Acting drunk as a skunk, but I'm never clutching a cup And this verse demonstrates I been always going dumb as a dunce (Puns!) Bridge: I'm grinning. Yea, yea, I'm grinning (x3) Middle cla** bro; Top-City Civilian Chorus: Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than me doing you (x3) Better than me doing you, but they say that that's what I do Verse 2: Figure Four-ing his flow form. Pick a smash, got crap loads #ImSoRare, but hip hop fans just don't care We're both weird, it's no fair: We're still two dudes, yo Though we are similar, we still differ; who's who though? Ask somebody... (seriously, I want you to go find someone...after this) Ask them now which one's flowing It's not to see who's better, b-but if you pick a quote up My father is who I'm more of: A Kansan who lives in Florida Veer off? I'm on route tripping following road rules Don't mean that old show fool! Ya'll dudes sigh that O₂ Cause I'm fresh air and ya'll reign is lame like A.K.A Hand clap, hand clap, or A Bay Bay Trap rap is garbage I'm here to clean up Hear the radio, I quote Mamma Mia Here we go again like Keenan, you schemer Never get the green; I'm covered like Skeeter Not your cousin, cause got no puppeteer And no Meagan Good, but I'd like to meet her Even back then, a 90's baby here, bruh Played the Game Freak and decided to heat up (Ohh!) I was in school, son, in fourth grade My debut when I said dude, I'ma spit some flames So I even care if I got a childish name! Bridge: I'm grinning. Yea, yea, I'm grinning Middle cla** bro; Top-City Civilian Chorus