Cozy Flow Joint

[Intro]
Yo...
Motherfuckin' mic check, mic check x2
(Mic check, mick check 123)

[Verse 1]
Can you feel it?
You wondering what it is-I can't reveal it
Just know it's something deep within my spirit
I can't conceal it (Nah)
I just make it change appearance so it's lyrics on my 40 leaves
Then proceed to bust it like I'm pouring seeds
I take a breather, enjoy the breeze and blow the leaves
I know it's written that Pope'll be what he's supposed to be
In this world that'll have you fold like a paper plane
They tryna' see you crash and burn in a sea of flames
I always knew I spit that white shit, Damon Wayans
But who'd have thought that Rap would be my saving grace?
But anyways, it's the underdog coming for the gods
Like I'm swinging chained swords in a thunderstorm
Obscurity is a bitch
Now I'm in the building, burglary was the jig
Reporting me to the pigs can hardly get me evicted from this property
One of the few gimmick-less to spit it properly
Am I reaching, admitting I'm a prodigy?
Kid ain't no Wiz but I got Caros hollering
Convincing her to go pro-modeling
She thicker then a snicka', made a nigga loose oxygen
First time I saw her
Shopping in the store I
Borderline thought she was a foreigner
Camouflaging with that 'laid back on the sofa type of persona'
But when we lay back on the sofa she so violent
Fuego on the beat, no Fireman
You would think a nigga kept it squeezed, no ironing
School of hard-knocks, man I'm no Rhodes scholar
But I'm no coward, I know foes hold no power and
On that note I'mma' have to conclude
On this cozy flow joint, and the story goes on (and on, and on...)