Lyrics
You know some days you just say fuck it
A fuck you attitude I got a path to excute
No experience I'll exclude and action is not refuted
Nor is it diluded I'm religiously acute
Tha farthest from crude my points are on cue
With my long ass hair and a kick and a snare
Imma savage ta share with an original flare
But I don't have an actual care floating on thin ass air
Smacking rap is blared, so this crap I can bare
Be actively aware and mentally prepare
Then check my wear and tear, and find a way to repair
Even in times of despair I'll handle my affairs
And stare with a scare in my eniemies glare
I needa take a piss and I needa take a bong rip
Each day that I exist ta maintain a bit of a grip
I'm anxious and I figet then I'm great and livid
All within tha same minute my characteristics are always flippin
Bumpin it up you see me giving a fuck?
A young ass punk just testing his luck
A highschool flunk attempting to get unstuck
I'm bumping it up you see me giving a fuck?
Bumping it up you see me giving a fuck?
A young ass punk just testing his luck
A highschool flunk attempting to get unstuck
I'm bumping it up you see me giving a fuck?
A backpack rapper making his first chapter
Tha magic has been captured aiming for his stature
I'm madder than tha mad hatter
A rad lad with matter
Glad and sad are just scattered as a tad lad I was shattered
An everlasting fast chatter that impacts me ta rap fatter
I rack each ring of tha latter and attract a new factor
I have ta be a master adapter ta hold back tha disaster
Satisfaction's what I'm after till I have it cast in plastor
Patterns I gather so it's not a random blather
Even in tha shower when I lather, or I'm baking with batter
Saying that Imma dope rapper is tha fastest way ta flatter
Ta this literal bastard it's all that matters
I'm either in a state a panic or crazed manic
At my estate in Hamlet will I ever be stable damn it?
My way I couldn't plan it I plan ta change tha planet
Even if it breaks like granite
Tha task I'll stand it
Bumping it up you see me giving a fuck?
A young ass punk just testing his luck
A highschool flunk attempting to get unstuck
I'm bumping it up you see me giving a fuck?
Bumping it up you see me giving a fuck?
A young ass punk just testing his luck
A highschool flunk attempting to get unstuck
I'm bumping it up you see me giving a fuck?
Tha pen game's nasty tha joint's fatty
Each track's classy and hotter than a fried patty
Stepped up a level has he? Gaining progress actively
Stay Hyphy and jazzy come on you gotta match me
My bag is grassy I'll take tha hit first and lastly
Tha bong is snappy I'm chasing what makes me happy
Inna situtation that's crappy, so go ahead and cap me
Right now I'm not sappy, but rather assy
A near side that's flashy almost somewhat catchy
My confidense grows fastly what you look for exactly
Laid back like shaggy my pants are baggy
My beanie is saggy go ahead and laugh at me
And attack me passively I'll just be crafty
And see where you're ratty and trashy, and put it right past me
And if you remain tacky your ass will get a whack g
I'll go back to my head that's whacky and develope classically
Continiously and gladdy outta nowhere ghastly
My ass is badly and I'm fit aptly rhyming compactly I'm an athlete
And each track's a match ta meet I'm hungry and you're a pack a meat
Im working and you're fast asleep in your damn satin sheets
For tha past sixteen hours I had tha same track ta repeat
A verse is a massive feat if done adequately and practiced adamantly
I want Aftermath ta add me