Brain Child

Lotta prophets real lost
Y’all poppin off
But falling to your knees
For the God that’s above us all
Just a man
Gotta plan
Got a scheme
Gotta petty lifestyle
How you call yourself a king?
MF I purported my worth
Ain’t nobody putting me so I’m resorting to works
I’m the sorta type of guy to give some order to earth
Whether I’m ordering happy meals or some fucking hourderves
Bitch please
Wipe me down clean
Tell me nasty things
I know you buying all that bs now you wanna receipt
Who the fuck you know that’s spitting like a harmonious key
I did my time
Paid my dues
Now I’m ready to reap
Verse one and the hook so elite
No bragging bro
I know all my rights
Bandwagon my vibe
I know I seem like I don’t put it all on the line
But if I’m fronting run it back and call me out for the lies
You MFs need to watch who you talking at
I stay walking that talk and they steady stalking my stock
When I rip though the script they go lickity split
I don’t even wanna see you if it isn’t bout chips
Ready to reap
From ya Head to your seat
I’m steady and neat
I’m deadly with this medley of speech
Better to speed past slowpokes than slow down baby
P P Pedal to metal how I Roll out lately
I see dead men walking
Mute men talking
Youth with the reigns doing loops in ya brains
Way Too cool for school
Tell em you cannot teach this
I learned how To learn now I’m everything but speechless