OK Jamel said I had potential to be the next influential rap artist
So I picked up a pencil and made it happen
Now my punch lines strong enough to dish body blows out with Pacquiao
Bitch I'm going harder than Gary Coleman in the drivers seat of a tundra
On pride rock attempting to back it out
Hold up, give it a second, I reckon that we the best ain't a question
My adolescence was reckless so just to see nineteen was a fucking blessing
Niggas talking about us, acknowledge the imperfections that critics tend to look over
But neither see the direction, I'm trying to test all the theories, write my name in the heavens
Talk to God on my troubles but shit, what could I tell him
How could you be a star if you don't believe you can fly
Tell me, how could you be a star if you don't believe you can fly
I'm charging gas fees if you tag along for the ride
Because a dream remains neutral until you put it in drive
All these rappers is tired, deaf, backwards, and blind
To the fact that I'm back bitch, as if I ever retired
Look I'm flying over obstacles with music that I'm bopping to
It's proof a nigga made it, I made impossible possible
Possibly the most arrogant humble nigga you'll ever see
Bet they remember me: I'm riding on my enemies
Double shot: Hennessy, bring out bad tendencies
I'm southside raised southside to the end of me
GONE
[Verse 1: Deante' Hitchcock] OK Jamel said I had potential to be the next influential rap artist So I picked up a pencil and made it happen Now my punch lines strong enough to dish body blows out with Pacquiao Bitch I'm going harder than Gary Coleman in the drivers seat of a tundra On pride rock attempting to back it out Hold up, give it a second, I reckon that we the best ain't a question My adolescence was reckless so just to see nineteen was a fucking blessing Niggas talking about us, acknowledge the imperfections that critics tend to look over But neither see the direction, I'm trying to test all the theories, write my name in the heavens Talk to God on my troubles but shit, what could I tell him How could you be a star if you don't believe you can fly Tell me, how could you be a star if you don't believe you can fly I'm charging gas fees if you tag along for the ride Because a dream remains neutral until you put it in drive All these rappers is tired, deaf, backwards, and blind To the fact that I'm back bitch, as if I ever retired Look I'm flying over obstacles with music that I'm bopping to It's proof a nigga made it, I made impossible possible Possibly the most arrogant humble nigga you'll ever see Bet they remember me: I'm riding on my enemies Double shot: Hennessy, bring out bad tendencies I'm southside raised southside to the end of me GONE Explain Request ×
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