Life of the party
I′m hyped for the project
(Hyped for the project)Yeah, bro, weather been good
Bunch of grey days, yeah, yeah, what an intro
Sending shots, I only rapid fire 'cause
That′s the kind of shit I have admired since I
Had a half a mind to, scattered like shattered
China, gathered data, I had to find a fuck to
Pretend to give, (uh) put you to sleep with a
Mattress, a pacifier and a sedative
Swing for the fence, your ass is grass, and mine is
Scott free, no Travis, in a national park
(Yosemite), I'd rather not be a
Gross entity, that'd cost me some
Close enemies, lack distraught feelings
Most definitely, you′d rather not be heard
This my November; you get no empathy
This ain′t nothing but some funeral prep to me
I can knock the track to and fro, readily
I got no remedy, I produced and wrote every
Track but this one, so after this I'm totally
Back in business, cut from different cloth, they say God
Has intentions, I suspect that he′s just
Bad at knitting, they gon' take this shit as
Sacrilegious, hate on me? I′ll have to
Act surprised, get in line like a
Traffic pileup, kill myself, it'd probably
Satisfy you, but sad enough I got a
Better idea, put my heart in a beat, that′s a
Sacrifice, and later after I've squeezed
That dry, use the saccharides, on the
Back nine, use a pathfinder, new
Portrayal, turned road to riches, got
Passed the rock, killing all the pigeons
Go the distance, not just shoulder width, got a
Good arm, and the stones to hit 'em, and I
Strategized (yeah, yeah)
I said I strategized, I could de-atomize
I live the rapper life, your life a wrap, that′s the
Afterlife, leaving you empty-handed I
Hope you can pantomime, songs y′all tend to write
(Suck) are standard, I set the standard, try to
Stand in my stance, ran it by you, graphed the
Diagram, slide with a slant rhyme from my diaphragm
Love God, don't know if I′d die for him
Real talk, copious bars, be on guard
Rap tight as leotard
Seen it all, man you
Better believe it dog
Tryna kill me is hard
Tryna kill me is hard
Guilty as charged, so I
Stand trial
I'm the one who makes the
Lambs silent, I have the shit you
Can′t find, bad intent around the
Campfire, got my hands dirty, they were
Sanitized, they gon' know the name, got it
Memorized, I′m the centerpiece while you
Camera shy, living pipe dreams, yours
Ran dry, you just fantasized, you
Missed shots when I landed mine, couldn't hit me on a
Landline, I don't know what you expect to
Transpire, dirt on me? you a
Damn liar, I′m a man of my word
Wanna emphasize the force, think I need an
Amplifier, more spitting, hit like a
Batting lineup, core strength, that said they
Acting like it′s forbidden, going up like a
Satellite in orbit, if they asking "who
Am I," it's rhetorical, making moves like I′m portable, rich mind, this
Affordable, see the war sigil? yours a little torn ribbon? ask me, it's more fitting
(I mean like it fits better)
Feel like every time that I spit sped up
Y′all get hit, get a a thick sweater
Let you have it, I don't give that up like a vendetta
Different level
Remain in denial, then
I′ll just have to, like, set you straight, fast as vipers, deadly fangs
When I
Can't decipher what you're saying, put you in pamper diapers, detonate (ew)
(′Cause you′re a baby)
In case you didn't get it, thick headed
Lie a lot, ′cause I don't forget a thing, never get
Ahead of me, instead of being fed up thinking
Heavily I breeze and end up even better, seeing measures, greedy beggar
With the speedy setup, redeveloped, now I keep it mellow
(Think I reinvented genius
When I reap the benefit)
I′m the
Demi God of rap, spit like a
Semi-automatic, letting off and fast
Excessive volume, sound like Remy, Cardi, add a
Jeffry Dahmer factor, espionage, I rapid
Fire, aspire to get me on a line, like a
Fishing rod, I have the mixing pot, the brand is
Betty Crocker, pan, extend the shot, the shells I
Spent, it got expensive, credit karma cash
Sketchy, drawing dead, intrepid, confident
Reckless, flawless, feckless, necklace on my neck and
Negligence on my head, treads I'm on can tread
Hence the walking dead, sent me off the get you
Rescue party? eh, pretty obvious
Exactly why I′m letting all 'em have it
Collecting dog tags, getting called some
Petty "garbage trash shit," deathly hollow tips
Remember, I'm the one who everybody got a
Hefty problem with, bodies requisite for the
Modern requiem, shots consecutive, rapid fire ratified.
(Treat me like I′m a
Winner, when are these
Memories gonna be permanent?
This the project, I′m the prospect
My memory'll live in my
Grand child)
