On The Wall

[Verse 1: Leyone Tracks]
It all started in elementary school of hard knocks
And are lots of harlots, plenty of fools
And are not the options preposterous
Of either a ballplayer singing the opera, I
Wanted to shake it up, maybe to say some stuff, how did I make it
I can’t place it kid, it’s maybe luck, naw I’m kidding
It came from fiddling with rhythms and time signatures
THE DAY ISN'T YOURS, that’s what their telling me
But I was always number one up in a spelling bee
Now I’m not saying that I always had a better dream
But by any means necessary, couldn’t succeed if it was next to barely
So I started rhyming after recognizing I wanna make a better meal than cheddar cheese and ramen
PLEASE, that is not for me
I ain’t tryna get a Grammy but maybe a head can nod for me
Or something, So don’t make assumptions
I’m a rundown dumb fuck with talent on the come up
Or SOMEWHAT, slumdog, gun lord, uninsured
I’m unsure if you got the point, I’ma stick it out one more
Images and gimmicks go and walk into a gun store
Music’s for the people, what the hell did you come for
You can’t answer that, go ahead and run this back
I make hits like I’m Duncan’s bat

[Hook]
Before all the tracks
Before all the lames
Before having all these labels saying my name
Before I ever had a dollar and a lil change, I {wrote it on the wall}
I put it on rap, I put it on wax
Radios saying this isn’t the format
So I say fuck it and give 'em the forms back, I {wrote it on the wall}

[Verse 2: Leyone Tracks]
I’m the emcee you’re getting to know
Isn’t this flow spitting so cold it’s written in stone
Forget writing on a wall, you should fall back
I make the walls crack when I’m putting down verses and on wax
And all that is just another reason I’m, putting on these demon eyes
It’s so sick they call me demonized, And yo, I need the time
If it is money then I’m counting on receiving that royalty check from BMI
I don’t see a sign, but who needs it
To bleep shit, I write profane so I can keep it
Don’t remix me rocking the boat, I’ll make you sea sick
But if you’re not looking at me then you can’t see that
I spit crack, relapse, so relax, call it internet dating
My tracks get you motherfuckers E-Jacked
I’m looking like I’m Darth Vader in this bitch
I’m like a martian and it’s cuz caught the vapors in your whip
Tryna see me, face it, you should make another trip
I’m repping Terra 5, so that means there’s Asian in the spliff
We make you speak Chinese, wack niggas need ID
And afterwards we make em need IVs
Out in Xiaolin homie you don’t need to find me
When you do, you gonna see a whole team behind me
Now a celebration’s what I gotta do
Holler at your boy, you tryna drink I’ll bring two bottles through

[Hook]