Coming of Age
Gentle men you receive your instructions
Pathos come in to the rings
Therefore l expect a good clean blow
You have any question
Touch glove and bow to he call good luck
They catch a handful of feelings
Cause we throw them in chunks
I done sharpened up the raps but the lyrics is blunt
See they couldn't top this if we was sharing a bunk
Cause you something like a coupe
I put your top in the trunk it's that work
Know these words like the back of my hand
Don't get it twisted
That don't mean we moving backwards
Back to rapping I master what they gon practice
These niggas catfish
They act like bad bitch
But they just average you bastards
I need a brush and a canvas
To paint the damage amaze the predator smile for the cameras
I swear this pen got a mind of its own
So it'll leave your mind blown like a nine to your dome
Young Cassius on the verse but I'm Frazier with the hooks
And I'm gunning for the crown the king and you a rook
Like this a game of chess
Ain't no testing the kid's finesse
I hope you brought a vest
Aim for anybody you might call the best
Gentle men a fuck you think this is
You know that no sure punches don't win you dame fight
When you lower of the jab make sure you follow through blinded punch
Don't worry about this hoe for now
You gat this make sure their punches find their tight
Ey yo I'm ma let my thoughts soak into this beat
Pardon me this shit is deep
Hold up I'm ma need to breathe
Watch how you approach
Cause I'm tryna be the GOAT nigga
Mainstream got the sheep sleeping on a woke nigga
Start the noise boy I live to destroy
Spit that shit that separate the men from the boys
They pull out their toys I would always play with the words
Came from the dirt cause I always living stains with the verse
My father's son so I thought the traits come with the name
But I've lived to overcome it with my coming of age
And now we just rip shit if you talk smack
You get clapped with ten strokes from the forehand
Frankly I'm disappointed
But all the heavyweights who got it twisted at the top
Like a thick bitch in a straw hat
Ain't running game at a common pace
But we writing holy scribes make the gods relate nigga
You gat them good on that last hook
That last round was a cast above your weights division
Right now let your heads work the spaces
Bob we throw a jab land those body up at cut
Hey make us the shit
So we can get the fuck heo
Yeah nigga yo yeah
Somebody tell me where they find these niggas
So we can snipe them where they spawn from body niggas
Get the message across and make some Godly figures
Get it get the message across make some Godly fuck It
Told you cats it's nothing
You quick to judge but you miss the punch
But that sticky still keep me numb but I keep in touch
With the music was on the bench like I'm Mr Vice
I'm making moves and I'm still improving you niggas stuck
I can't be loosening grip
While you snoozing I script to cut your dome off
I'm used to the cliffs I'm close to the edge
Fuck around and lose it you bitch
You was talking like you hot but couldn't prove it you bitch
Cuff a fan and cuff your chick
You might just lose them you bitch
Cause I'm finna block your shine like a lunar eclipse
And we heard you cats mad
Cause you hearing what your raps lack
Prolly should enroll in a drama school
I'm a class act
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Yo this is it he gone right now he as to rise at all
And 10 second to go in the round there is the left hand
Is down again is over is all over and is wasn't touch
