It's Me

Yo let me introduce you to the boy PEETSKEET I'm a youngin on my grind and I'm tryna make some hits And I've been feeling kind off fine and I think that I'm the shit And I'm steady on my grind like I ain't call no quit Yo I'll make you fucking hear me know that I'm legit Let me emphasize this clearly I won't stop doing this I put my whole heart in this shit man I go all out for this shit My beats be so hard when it hits shoutouts to Charles for making this whoa I'm a proud SA local we got a different scope bro Been tryna break free but had me in a chokehold Now I stack my own cheese thinking what did they know yo Look it happened cause I said so I think its time to let go Been stacking up my verses I'm bound to make this shit blow There ain't no bro who flow like SKEET That ain't no prob bro I do shit for me Were in the land of the lost souls I'm tryna find my feet You bet I'll leave my mark bro There ain't no stopping me I said there ain't no bro who flow like SKEET That ain't no prob bro I do shit for me Were in the land of the lost souls I'm tryna find my feet You bet I'll leave my mark bro There ain't no stopping me Listen you better stop with that pessimistic materialistic Wack ass bullshit cause I been liking positivity and making moves Kind funny when you think of people stuck in their loop Instead I look ahead and listen to the sub in my boot Break the rules never do what they do Respect the game shoutout the roots I gained some knowledge I studied your books And me I'm rocking boots with steel tips I bust my ass off as I work this dayshift And then at night I use my pen to go and write some shit And then listen to some boom-bap beats until my mood done shift And then I spit in to this mic until I feel it hit until I feel it hit I said there ain't no bro who flow like SKEET That ain't no prob bro I do shit for me Were in the land of the lost souls I'm tryna find my feet You bet I'll leave my mark bro There ain't no stopping me And I'm levitating on this track I'm spitting like a maniac Cant blame it on my zodiac I wheelspin like a Pontiac In the back drunk of whiskey head be spinning like a laundromat So kick it back lets relax I'll show you where the shit be at I'm a double major in creating flavor drink too strong I think I need a chaser Lately it seem I only chase the paper Dreams of sitting in the fastest racer and blasting paper And continue going till I fucking pass the greats yeah Until I fucking pass the greats yeah Said I got flows that make you question your roots I wanna stack that dough bro I wanna feel good I said this is me bro I hope you understood yeah I hope you understood