Sweet

[Verse 1: E Cole]
Like pure grain sugar cane
This rap shit is starting to make people go insane
To all the Haters, I ain't the one to blame
In a bit of time, all that's goin down is my rain
Even though my mixtapes free it'll still be sellin out
My raps electric, makin the world go round
Tear up the beat, call that ground and pound
Rap battles in the street, with words I will throw you down
Cuz we all know I'm too skinny to do that physically
And I'm not motivated that way cynically
So I say I'm skinny cuz fame is the only thing I will digest
My mixtapes called I will cuz you know I'm giving my best
Rap world champion cuz I'm better than the rest
Trend less and washed out, clean up your mess
A couple years youll see me reeling in big checks
Yeah, so just remember that I be so sweet
Stomp on any beat
Using football cleats
40 yard dash, get the fuck out my way
Sprint my route to fame, then collect my pay
Writing nonstop for this mixtape, take it day by day
Rappin on guitar hero mics, you know I'm on expert
The world is finally restored, we freed earl sweatshirt
Praise the fuckin lord, excuse me didn't mean to curse
You can try to stop me but that just ain't possible
My dreams are something I control, full patrol in no huddle, never calling an audible
Automatic flames, press play and I go
Call me bobby flay, fryin beats on the stove
Haters question my ways, but it isn't there life though
It's fuckin mine
And it's better than yours
Cuz I don't waste my time
Staying up late
Making ways to hate
But whatever if that's what you want to do
Haters gon hate, that's just the truth
Sweet I remain, hop off sour patch noobs