People

[Verse 1: Ishmael Raps]

7th grade
Rocked the bathing ape so heavenly
Seniors tryna ball but the swag ain't catching me
Rest in peace to my lost ones
And haters can rest in pieces
I'm out here eating
Everyday like the weekend
No time for sleeping
Insomniac eyes wide
Swag dripping like high tide
Wise guy, silly minded
Trilly nilly idiot
Girlies want my licorice
Twizzler till she sick of it
Rapping till I'm sick of spit
Sick spitter ever since cat litter
Had my naps bigger than nigerians
I love my city but the girls be acting ratchet
And the guys be copping ratchets quick to bring them in their classes
Lips blacker than ashes
Roll it, twist it, get that match lit
I never had piff
Mind was always in the stratus
Off the atlas
I always have been
I'll remain a sad kid
Until I'm graduate
Captain hook, villain schemes
Peter pan, bout the green
Dead presidents
Shouts to George and Benjamin
Oochy wally bang bang,
Flow is like a switch blade
10th grade had the skinny jeans
And the vintage jays
Classmates got sick of me
Cause nobody was sick as me
They would always look at say
I wonder what he wear today
Then I dropped a video
Rapper now, really though?
Then they loved my lyrics though
Then I met Rob Lyrical
Illy yo, shout to bro
My chinza homies finna blow
And then let's go, now Ishy go
Then let all my people go
Biddies acting silly so you better wrap willy
Before you catch the clamiddy
And have to face to your committee
Dawg
My city be raw dawg
My city at war
And that's why I rock the camo
And dopest couture
I want the money galore
Help my family and more
Up my swagger for sure
Till it drip to the shore, ha
They want more of this
Well ain't it fortunate?
I'm forced to spit
I'm Morpheus
Rapping doctor Kevorkian
Abandoned bandit, orphanage
So go and your tell your dorky friends
I'm Mortal with the Combat
Come here like scorpion
Homie don't want it
Homie don't touch me
This right here is luxury
No dust on my rugby
Caviar for lunch meat
Rich minded hungry
Shout out my mom she lovely
I love my momma loves me
I told my mom we gon' eat
I told jeffery we gon' eat
I told josiah trust me
Brother we gon' get this money
I swear I'm only one leap
I swear I'm like in arms reach
The fortune and the fame living large, living dust free
My shoe game is killing, my jewelry is sickening
I'm so close I'm feeling, i'll make it Lord willing
My dream is revealing
My progress is killing
And when I drop I wanna see a millie
Nigga Ishy
Nigga ghost