Bout That Life

Got some knowledge here's fact, I can spin a flow like laundry mat

I'm a comet clean a track, with the polished platinum gat

Started ballin now they want plat, Against the wall and I can't fall back

Shots to dome probably make your neck snap, Patron with a cell phone could ya call that

This virus going digital, infecting every single syllable

With expectations big enough, To make my haters miniscule

divisible the way that we gone concur all the ridicule

is to multiply our fan base, Till the critics looking quizzical

Loco with my bro bro, While pour more

Fours so the flow flow, Cooler than the snow

With a wind chill, below froze

Bozo, On my dolo Trying make my funds grow

While you suckers getting furloughed

So, Better brighten up if you don't glow

Trying to lighten up, on the down low

With some guidance, I could maybe go

Somewhere swiftly, Strictly speaking with a nifty

Knowledge how to quickly, Dismantle a beat like

A NASCAR pitting, emote Intensely

The description Of an Emcee

At least to these, Killers of stinkers that's team freebreeze

Getting all the foul, out the air we breathe

Funny that we in, referees

I'm In it to win it, You outty

Sentence, spinning you loudly

Repent in a minute, What you repping I really do doubt the

Intent of the penmanship, Has really Been making me drowsy

Been independent while spitting, Venom saying it proudly

If doubt that so

Vehemently needing any, Proof to show that we in dro

Pick a screen play anything we post, And the hate gets lost

My boy dc said pp, Hop in and go rere

And you gotta be a de-dede, If you don't see seas in these cold

Thoughts, caught beneath this dome

If you still haven't plussed me, Trust me I'll hit 21 and jump street

Blow your mind, fuck a nine

Use passengers side, front seat

Lunch meat Hungry sum of some

sons drum beats, Trunks sprung leaks

From dumping thumping, Tongue heat we punting

Dumb speech done, When you were starting love it

If you not going in, Then we can end the discussion

Yeah I know you digging, The hollering and the fussing

And I know it's underground, But there's still nothing above it

No more pencils, no more books

No more haters, dirty looks

And when you hear, the second bell

We outta here, so go to hell-

o Every beat I'm O-V-A

To RIP them all in my DNA

Just need a pen, no T.N.A

I'm bound for glory in every way

Been made the grade, we don't an a

In detention, and going cra

Study hard, and some time we'll say

Congrats, on graduation day