Rapping On A Friday Night

Okay yeah I’m back with it, flip with it
Bouncin with the clique in it
Stumble upstairs to the bathroom sink
Coughin up stuff that I didn’t know I ate
Then I’m back at the bar
Grab another drink, swig it
Back of the throat’s where I keep my remote
Push my buttons
Oh you wanna get gone?
Detonator, Instigator
Flipping with this pen and paper
Running round my plate
Imma scrape you to the side for later
Cause it’s not safe while I’m on the throne
I’m a king in this game, that I’ve shown
Put the crown on my head
The old days are gone
Yeah I’m sixteen years old
Might be the hormones
Bars so fire they destroy the ozone
Hottest thing out but my flow’s too ice cold
I ain’t ever done a show
But I’m already sold
And I haven’t dropped an album
But I’ve already gone gold
Back to back, we kill these tracks
They asking where my platinum plaque is
It got lost in the baggage
Pack ya bags, raise the flag
Always a bit of jet lag from the travel
Peak of the mountain, top of the saddle
That’s why you’re always fighting an uphill battle
Stuck up the creek in a boat with no paddle
I guess I was more then you could handle
Rap better than you that’s 100%
Just like camping, my sounds’ intense
Lining me up with your favourite rappers
I promise you it’s gon be me that they pick
There’s a house in my mind but my head ain’t no brick
You wanna catch up with me?
Well you’d better learn quick
Brain, mouth, ears, yeah they all in sync
I’m a danger, bars like a convict
Yeah I gotta admit, it’s been fun
I know it’s been short but I’ve already won
Last thing I wanna say before I have to run
Run