BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- (Chorus) (Aint finished I'm just beginning Broke cause I've been spending
- My time blocking u out I'm talking about correcting my lines U mocking my
- flow Rocking the boat Career written on all dis paper Up and down escalator )
- Got my notepad in my backpack Gonna post
- that on snap chat Just to brag to the fags that told me I had no chance Well Ha
- Ha U tryin to hold hands This aint no slow dance So back off U tryin to pole
- dance on my back So I cut u some slack U a'int no rap gods
- U don't got the key to hip hop Just pick locks Gonna get caught picking the
- bitch Now u ticked off I may not be at the tiptop Just pissed off U keep talking
- shit Tick Tock Tick Tock Ima bomb about to blow But try to keep control I sit
- calm Its my opinion Everything has a limit You've pushed me way passed it
- Look at me like Im trippin
- Not sayin Ima king but it flows thru my genes
- Got a notebook or 3 100 sheets each Lyrics on everything Notepads to
- receipts But it isn't just me Initials K V
- Haters look up to you Ive had enough of u Im done with u Two words Fuck
- Uh You I need a puff or two Just bluffin foo You're impossible Raps filled with
- obstacles Im on a roll Its impossible?
- More impossible than doin a kick flip on a rip stick Im sick of ya shit U cant
- do that I can If ima clown Then wheres my lipstick Im sticking with this U can
- just kiss my ass 'Member when u would always talk shit I try to leave it in the
- pass U chicken a cock Im twisted in a knot Never listen just start Dissin my art
- You're pissin me off You like piss in a pot I sit in the dark Kickin the carpet
- You missin tha picture Pic in my pocket Fixin my lyrics I might need a socket
- wrench I sit on the bench listen to Tupac and
- What is that stench just you talking shit Want you`re first lesson Stop talking
- and sit Don't me rage go on a rampage Only 1 student stayed But you still got
- you're hand raised if you cant pay You cant stay I say get out my class you're
- slowin me down I cant wait Time passes by fast I change my man cave into my
- office Tossin these wads
- Costin me hard work I'm concerned of my life choices These high voices
- swimming thru my body like poison Im toyin with these 9 coins I more and I'm
- goin to have a dime Its about time I join ya other artists And Its retarded They
- say that I don't got it But never hear my lyrics Too many mirrors But I still forget
- my appearance Fearin failure But I'm still here steerin my way to the top Top
- of the top Peerin at my peers at the bottom Come back in a year Im stuck in the
- middle Fiddle with my future career
- (Chorus)
- Look in the mirror All I see is a teen starin at me in a hoodie Y`all looking at me
- crazy Is this a dream Could be But tis aint no happily ever after We're never on
- the same page Im always ahead five chapters My notebooks like a
- chapter book just words You must be a visual learner Well sorry there's no
- pictures
- Not sayin this song is perfect Im always fixin it My songbook never ends It is
- infinite You're the bottle that I'm pissin in One special finger and Im stickin it out
- It should only take you two words for you to figure out Ive learned to tune you
- out These words that I am spittin out Ya missin out on what Im layin down And
- Im missin doubt Im kickin out all you cowards that doubted me You wanna
- listen now You start a rap battle but chicken out When I come back with a
- comeback You're as big as a thumbtack Here`s a fun fact Im da bomb Better
- jump back I gotta unpack
- My bad you stop me if I get too cocky Am I hogging the spot Want me to stop
- drop and roll Stop talking Im sorry Am I talking a lot You're socking the clock
- Trying to stop time Counter clockwise Well you can scratch that Got a laptop
- in my backpack Call me Hancock Cause' Im so fly Raps on Rap Pad
- Check out my profile Lived a cold life in the old times Because in my own
- time when I wrote lines all u lowlifes said don't try Whatcha think I did go cry
- My expression No sign Just a blank face All alone in this blank space
- This might sound cocky But raps my crown So make way I found a hobby
- Where I can probably make bank Gotta great way to maintain my music All
- u lame hate ers losin Quiet down now Its my time now No more stress I'm
- cruisin
- I aint just a rapper Ya hearing this Ima magician turn fear into furious
- Don't know I'm serious I remember when I was a little kid a lil tike
- Curious into watching them music vids I got introduced to rap at a young age
- And I done made a fun way to release my stress I must say
- Career written on all this paper Up and down escalator
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