YØUNG

Silky soprano
Oh man oh man oh
You think you hit them with it then you hit them that brand new
And it was sorta kinda kinda good my man yo
But let me paint the picture let me hit you with the pan-o

Panoramic
No time to panic
Always on beat
Catching heat like he addict
Asthmatic
His beats is manic
Well no it ain’t the simple shit cause simple shit has had it

Titanic
This shit gigantic
He Jumping on the beat like he was jumping off the planet
And if this was the plan then he could dumb it down and plan it
But then he realize that this shit guys man he done had it
Explain to me why some frat boy mans
Could come a clubbing on some frat boy plans
Expect to peek and seek they fuck-boy sans
Getting out without some heat to beat they ass

But off topic
Man let’s just drop it
Get back to making beats and acting like they microscopic
Let’s get to sleep but first we ask em how we stop it
So please explain to me just how the fuck you think we got it

Oh well here we go again man
Is what we get and what the kids been saying
Until the next one and we run it back then
But tell me when the fuck we really jump in
And say we had it

Man fuck your habit
If you don’t think we see it man you must be Peter rabbit
Tail above his head and yea he jumping like he had it
But he forgot the tortoise studied up while he done ran it

So here he come
No time to run
Man you lost the race so now you racing for your gun
They holding on so long and now they see that it’s begun
They shooting for they life because they know that I’m the one

Of the many
You brought us plenty
Acting like you missed that line so run it back it’s heavy
That shits a levy
And this confetti
Waiting for the paparazzi just to snap the presi

And I ain’t saying I ain’t all for giving tries
But when you gave too many start to asking why
You get to thinking can I really stand by
Cause if we hanging out, then we hang us out to dry
Now I ain’t really all about just rapping politics
Matter fact I really hate just rapping politics
Yea this a choice well sorta kinda this a promise it’s
A waker-upper for the son who come to hear the spits

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