Lucky You Episode 3
I done said alotta thangs
Done hurt alotta feelings
This is pay back in a way, I'll do life
Fuck a sentence
Push me so far underground
They won't mention me in a sentence
But surely Gods rise and then
Y'all all gone need repentance, talk that bidness
Money talk and yall whisperin
Long money like it talk with a lisp or be studderin
As long as yall be on a list I'll be studyin
As long as I've known I Am
It was the long way KRS and he was coverin
Covenants
The highest placement
We on the mothership
This is off of word and discovery
Dozens of rappers guzzlin the nuts
Of these dumbies of us
Go to the stomach of them
They all scared they are not prepared to go into battle
With a rabid ass rapper who for the half
Of an ass of an effort
Can't figure a caption
So yall have to caption this
This is Rabit with pasta sauce all on his jacket
Writing raps on the hand that I jack with
Just to remember that all I have
For these hoes and these rappers
Is my nuts and my tracks
And I can't stomach givin my all and not given it back
And if I'm given flack I'm cool with livin with
Any time that I was held back and didn't give anything back
Was the time that i fell off and they tried to limit my stacks
For any nemesis thinking of rhyming against the kid again
Stitches go into they mind like Frankenstein
You could become a patch (Be Cumberpatch) like you Benedict
Limitless rhymes come outta my mind I'm suspended again
When they was thinking of having a nigga tied down
I was replenishing this rap game if I'll do anything
With this pen i can
Strengthen men who ain't feeling shit from this industry
With simple flicks of the pen again and again
I go in
I know when I'm touching souls
And I know when its gone spin
I know when I'm touching the poles
I dont need a nigga votin
I get it; they needed to see
A nigga get with it
But I'm the architect of like four businesses
And I needed to study my market
Before they tried to get rid of
Lifting me up instead killin me
Push me so far underground
An earthquake will come out of it
Ain't this abouta bitch
I'm spitting like a nigga hit a lottery
Still ain't get a fuckin thing up out of it
I'm out of it; my mind, or my mom house
My time or my rhyme clout
Grind or my time clock
Julio say you in a fine spot
Built a lotta people swag
We ain't gotta rhyme drop
Its my time now thats lucky for yall
Since yall like to copy styles, yeah
I been in my bag, I been in my bag, yeah
I been in my bag, ya'll been in the trash
So yall gotta move, yall gotta move
No y'all gotta choose
Who getting shot and who getting chewed
And what is the rules
I bet you, I break em
Hungry ass nigga
A nigga been taking it down to the streets
Where often niggas been runnin the tapes
This a mixtape, we doin podcasts
Tapin it, they ratin shit, they hating shit
We ain't doing shit off the top no more
We just gone rock it
We just gone rap it