//Intro Music
//Free play
//An’ you know it’s [Lex], man.
//“Man I don’t even give a shit”
//“Ayy man, watch your language”
//“Does damn sound better for ya?”
//“It might”
//“Just skip to the song”
//“You got it”
//And I can do this all day
-"Fresh boy, on the beat"-
//Verse 1
Okay.
-Okay-
Here’s a song about me.
Right now,
-Right now-
I be age 15.
Goin’ fast catchin’ money, many things you haven’t seen,
an’ I know I've done a lot of things that you haven’t done.
Damn right, you ain’t gettin’ none.
//-Nothin boy-
That’s right, you all done.
//-You all washed up-
Made the run, AND, had the fun (and) like my Coach Rex,
//-ELITE-
I be stunnin’,
like a star, bring in the opposite sex.
//-Ha haaaa-)(-Yeah-)
-"Fresh boy, on the beat"-
Go everyday clean, sharp as a ballpoint,
now you pinned in the pen,-“Boy I think you get the point.” (Ha)
Is that case-in-point?
-Huh-
Point me the other way.
-Ayy-
If I’m type-2 blood,
I sure ain’t type-A.
-Ayy-
You catchin’ what I say?
-Ayy-
You check the way I play?
-Really-
Do my [Light Speed] moves an,
nigga, I’d make the play.
I don’t just say th’ say.
-Why not-
Cuz I rule my life like a [King] would in his own domain.
-Yeah-
-"Fresh boy on the beat"-
//Chorus
If nigga, this is my life,
then guess what I got,
guess what I got, (huh)
guess what I got.
If nigga, this is my life,
then guess what I got,
guess what I got,
guess what I got.
Cuz nigga, this is my life,
and you know what I got, (that’s right)
you know what I got,
and you know what I got.
Got.
Got.
Got.
//Bass drops with “Cuz”
Cuz I got the life of Lex, (yeah)
sophisticated I’m up to the test,
the best,
an nothin better,
-like the [King’s] crest.
And the rest,
//What about em?
take em’ to the trash like a mess.
Cuz I invest,
money flatout hard as a bullet proof vest.
And like a golden eagle’s crest,
-keepin, it just off my chest.
Nigga you know what I got. (Ya already know nigga)
//Verse 2
[Light Speed] again, shots flung from the crossbow.
An Olympian, standin tall, head to toe.
You see what I be doin? (doin)
Watch me make the score.
Then do a draw play, (play)
an watch me go an go. (yep)
And just to write dis song, (this song)
//(Hashtag)
3 fucking versus long. (long)
I just had to do it, (do it)
when’s there's just nothing to it. (to it)
Cuz when you named the King, (that’s me)
it just might give you bling.
Though I won’t be mean, (naw)
won’t be a bully. (never)
Not like how I was, (was)
when I acted silly, (fucked it up)
But soon things would change. (how)
All in my state of being.
And soon things weren't so strange. (strange)
Like I could really sing?
Well guess what ta all you haters. (all you haters)
I just need to say, (say)
thank you for all you’ve done,
make me feel like shit,
given me all that pain.
So did you guess correctly? (huh)
Why don’t you take my test? (ya hear)
You Catchin’ my bars, (bars)
heavy shots to the chest.
And like a bulletproof vest,
to the shots you hear,
Do that Light Speed shit,
["Guess the Olympian’s here."] (yep)
//Bass increases on last word
//Chorus for AA-12's entrance
If nigga, this is my life,
-Hell
then guess what I got,
-Hell
guess what I got, (huh)
guess what I got.
([Light] plus [Speed] boy)
If nigga, this is my life,
-Hell
then guess what I got, (Hell yeah)
guess what I got,
guess what I got.
Cuz nigga, this is my life, (help me if it always will be)
an you know what I got, (that’s right)
you know what I got,
and you know what I got...
Got.
Got.
Got.
//One more time//
//Bass drops on last word
Cuz I got the life of Lex, (yeah)
soo sophisticated, I’m up ta the test.
The best, (always)
and nothing better, (nothin)
like the King’s crest.
an' the rest,
//-What what about em?-
take em to the trash like a mess.
Because I invest,
//You all know who dis is
money flatout hard as a bullet proof vest,
and like a golden eagle’s crest,
//They call him Double A. 12.
keepin that shit just off my chest.
Nigga you know what I got. (you already know)
-It’s AA-twelve!-
//Verse 3
//(Alex’s Verse)
Well first off, (first off)
My name is [Double A-12],
So when you meet me, for the first time,
I'm sure it won’t be swell.
See me standing here boy I give you the Hell.
I bring em’ out, and give you [Double-A-12 Hell].
When I hit you up, (hit you up)
I be like,
One, Two, Three.
You sing your ABC's,
I drown your whole fan-ta-sy.
You come crying to me,
and I kill your whole leg-a-cy. (top to bottom)
But I don’t try to be mean, (naw)
see I just try to be me.
So you wanna fight with me,
well just take two looks,
I’ll kill you with the catchphrase boy,
give you the hook.
So just one more time,
let’s try to be at rest.
Cuz see,
unlike me,
weak dope’s not for th’ best.
So listen in to me,
before I auto-tune your ass.
I know I’m not the one, who got all the cash.
(Granted I'm white-Still)
But I don’t run with a cast,
after I got shot.
But see YOU DO.
And just sad...
So won’t you just be glad,
that now I’m nearly done.
An after I just take your Bitch,
I’ll make you jump the gun.
So you don’t wanna have fun?
Well I’m sorry ta hear.
But see,
I’m with [Light Speed],
standin’ strong over here.
//Chorus Final
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SpurWilly
Member since December 2 2015