2 Grown Up
Just some youngn' living like he's all grown up
Living on a high till the flaws showed up
Had a couple niggas acting that they had my back
Now I'm picking up the phone just to call those bluffs
Ears ringing swear these niggas just talk so much
they ain't walking at all I don't need no crutch
Pull no punches I bulldoze over the foes in my way tell em eat dust
Look at what he's become
Since the bench and the weed crumbs
League of his own beseeching the throne
I was down for count now I'm out for crown
Fuck lounging around I can't sleep when I'm close
To the dream
Go for broke and hope that the p.s come in
So focused Sopho woke the beast
Now it's Yoko Ono putting peace to bed
Pulling the rug from under them then I'm running it
Flow is streets ahead
Paint a perfect picture Mona Lisaesque
Pick a pen and a pad up each stroke releases stress
It's feet to necks
They're breathing less
Coz he's the heir
We need it fresh
We need a
Little bit of love
Little bit of freedom I need bigger cut
Of all the fucking digits I'll never sip a cup
That doesn't runneth over my nigga fill it up
My nigga fill it up
I've been in the thick of it pushing it to the limit don't ever think for minute ain't been
Spilling my guts on the pages
Bloodstained stages
Making the cut with a blunt blade
Some placed in my back still I'm unscathed
Some fake niggas praying that I slack one day
Came back with a banger don't act dumb
I ain't gotta act like anybody else
That's why niggas rap my lyrics in their gaff eyes bigger than my stomach wanna eat till until I'm flatlined
Living with a mad mind
Tell em get some help
Coz I'm coming for their spot
Cruelle de ville with it
The one none want to come up against deal with it
I'm ill with it
This still isn't the half of it
Don't get me started I've
Barely just started shits
Gotta get dark to spark minds an arsonist the arts a lit wick stick my heart in it
Hard hitting bars if you actors wanna spar don't think that your cast can't fit in a casket
Flip scripts till they quit dismissing the star
Disregarding they scene if I ain't playing a part in it
They're making a path
And I'm staying far from it
They're giving it the bign'
But these niggas ain't hard to shrink
Knock em down a peg or two
The pedestals ours you slip
And you get replaced as fast as lickety split
After digging your grave
I'll be turning lemony snicket
Some unfortunate events as you're watching plot thicken
The clocks ticking
And my time is coming
So- get behind me now or step aside
Suffocate on the pesticide
You're bugging
If you've gotta question
Who's the next best thing and don't wanna mention
S to the O P H O M
Double O
R E I K
I ain't gotta flex
I just look at my reflection
And see no less then
The GOAT
Go getter get to know
No testing the flow
Grotesque at the shows
So -it's hands getting thrown up
Shoulders are stone cold
But I keep my people close coz I know SCVMs
Got me till I D I E
That's why I speak my mind and ignore those praying for my downfall back when they all told us
That we couldn't do shit after all those months
Of perfecting the craft watch em all go nuts
Better warn those cunts
I got way more tracks let me warm those up
Give em all they can eat coz we're just some youngns' killing ourselves before were all grown up
Fuck
Writer/s: Liam Joseph Moore
