[Adlibs]
Yes?
Yea, I'm in the studio on the beat
[Intro]
How does my music have purpose?
Beautiful poetry hidden in verses
I am not tame, I think I need a circus
{?} great as a person
I do not think that I need your assistance
Baby you know that if you start to listen
I do not identify as a Christian
Not a religion
Feels like tradition
[Bridge]
I'm rather intimate, aye
Look at my syndicate,aye
They call me Wreck It, then they call me Felix, aye
I make you feel it,aye
Right in your belly, I'm ready already with Converses
Then a machine of confetti, singing like I'm Fetty
Believe me the double-back is very deadly
Rev the engine gently and roll in that Bentley
*indistinct mumbling*
[Adlibs]
No lie...
These "foof" cor-plays
..are bomb
[Bridge]
Forehead bigger than your whole life
So damn ugly you don't want to look twice
Got another camera 'cause I wanna look nice
Look at my shadow, yea I'm in the spotlight
You need this
Conceive this
Ni**as wanna hate but they never wanna read this
Don't know how to read this, don't know how to treat this
I'm so tired of the mess, holy jesus
I do not vocalize, I only compromise
Compensate
{?}things to me that are {?}
I only mess with my ni**as who praise and don't hate
'Cause we make it happen with open eyes
Dammit
Slam it
Right through the roof
I cued this track and I don't need a booth
Rapping this sound will make you lose a tooth
I'm the supplier, I'm buying, that's truth, ya
[Adlibs]
Well
Rap is over
Now uh..
Leave me alone so I could eat my GODDAMN cereal