Saturday mornin’

[Verse 1: 10KNYX]
Yuh, Uh
Dividends of the writing practice
Benefit my penciling, it got me spelling backward
In the bin to win again, I’m spinning records faster
Kin wit me, my twin and nem, I hope they got the last one
Sentiments for dinner, they should end it, get to packing
Roll up rappers for the passion, hope this everlasting
Still unpaid like the sponge but that ain’t lasting
Mama told me “You a star”, niggas under rocks
Prolly smoking a few too if you say this ain’t hot
Inventing dollars in rapping, that’s how you get backing
Corporations in our pockets like they need a backend
Malice and greed feeds the fiend, the Krab caught you lacking
Shows I plan on attacking, titans on y’all asses
Raving fans get the can, ungrateful rappers capping for fashion
Hamboning through the madness, I see how y’all acting
Blue Jays on the wishlist, can’t clone the baddest
Bitch, yo verse ain’t written, niggas caught you slacking
Ain’t no regular niggas ‘round me, blacking out with rapping
Yeah