Don’t get it twisted
I’m like a rich kid on Christmas, I’m gifted
And I live in a town
That has so many kids that spit
But listen, you can hear the difference
They spit to hawk phlegm, I spit to rip it
Listenin to slim shady on my radio
Trying to emulate that same crazy flow
All I have is time ahead of me
Which means you’re behind
And with each sublime rhyme I gain ground on time steadily
I’m playin tony hawk with cheat codes
I stay on my grind
Shakin the earth like marshawn in beast mode
Your muscles mean nothing like shaq at the free throw
I’m back, with a 24-pack of mountain dew
Sippin cans like I found the fountain of youth
Cuz I’m eighteen
Old enough to be a man
Young enough to chase dreams
I go to sleep with a full plate and when I wake up the slate's clean
Lyrically I’m the leader of a tyranny
The working class consists of the beats
And when I speak I’ve got everybody fearin me
I’m in between mclovin and a pimp thug
A dirty hick and a city kid that’s slicked up
I’m unclassifiable, but I’ve got class and that’s undeniable
I’ll never go wack, rap’s like tyring to ride a bull
And my legs are strapped to the sides
Baby I’m maniacal
Run that back, I’m just another white dude
Trying to work the beats like Dwight schrute
And I’ll end this with a have a great day
These bars brought to you courtesy of a-train