The CULTURE

[Chorus]
I hope you don’t make me bite your face
'Cause it ain’t like I like the taste
It’s more of a personality trait
From the culture I was raised in
Always raring to get paid
I hope you don’t make me bite your face
'Cause it ain’t like I like the taste
It’s more of a personality trait
From the culture I was raised in
Always raring to get paid

[Verse 1]
Born on a Tuesday
In the land of Cinque
Baby fro sitting on my head like a bouquet
Start of a new age
Mama had a new fave
Stromae show me how to say it papaoutai
He was on a journey, trying to buy us meals
Next time we would meet, he and I were different breeds
Pocketfuls of wisdom I was slow to receive
So I dug out my two cents and put them to a beat, to that kid
MuRli overachieved but ain’t no getting comfy
Left my achievements in Budapest so I stay hungry
My word play ain't no child play I'm more Chucky
Ain’t no flirting with these rhymes, my style's ugly
This ain't free it's a fugitive style
My flow's doper than a training session with Roberto Salazar
Gatlin take a shot of my raps he'd beat Bolt
Competition cannot get in the way of my free throw!
Try me! Buckle up and take a ride with me
A leap of faith towards fruition of your inner dream
No for an answer, that's a first time for most of y'all
Let me remind you expectations gonna let you down
Coming onboard is Ramadan for the greedy soul
Exposed to the colours of nature that we don't learn in school
To rise to the top and get bored by the empty sky?
Or stay grounded and see my future with my third eye
The sight of hope bears resemblance to visions of a home you're yet to know
But a home nevertheless so we go
Talks of believing in what we're chasing fills your arteries with envy
The first seed of frenzy to unfold
But I'll be ready on my family tree
With plenty of seeds
To feed your need
I’ll come handy
I’m so ready

[Chorus]
I hope you don’t make me bite your face
'Cause it ain’t like I like the taste
It’s more of a personality trait
From the culture I was raised in
Always raring to get paid