Muso - Roads lyrics

[Verse 1: Ignis] Ain't nobody like jiggy They smoking doobies and curse The beat be begging for mercy A front row seat from the hearse So prolific like a catalyst A catalog for candidates The Nappy little maverick The epilogue is glamorous Deficit brimming with the lighter fluid Skimming over what I'm using I be in the studio for way more than a couple minutes Fitted with my leather jacket Adding my prestige Cause they talk alotta jazz But they never move they feet On my mama I been k**in this Belligerent, a bag of tricks A loaded Mag with half the clip embedded in my book again They took it as a challenge like they mad at my progression But I guess if i was bad at it I wouldn't get no resting Oh wait They got school in the morning They stay sleep No way How the hell is he winning with no cheats That's cray Ballin on these haters off an injury Too late I got my swagger back, I'm better than I used to be [Verse 2] My DNA JUST escalates my motive to win My flow is dangerous, they almost thought to call it a sin I ain't made it yet but they already talkin That's dope I'm on my high They roll up cause they need it to cope Get to stepping or something Start running, I'm coming And lovin it I'm ducking these judges And causing a ruckus Wa**up with it Perilous plots to stop the illest lyricist on the block A Chock fulla mock medicines All these quick fixes I'm tired of it They got the answers but they practicing like iverson They might be winning but that hype will never get a chip No disrespect, I mean he legend But i gotta say There's very few who willing to do what it really takes Your the definition of pessimism You swing and miss em, then you giving up All that doubt I'm using to erupt I haven't had it Enough Under average batter never slacking when he goin up Yea This is not a Detour