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Look at the flick of the wrist Look at the chip in my tooth I was 12 when I first caught a fist Now I throw hands in the booth, to tell you the truth A little cash wouldn't be the worst thing So if you would just loosen up them purse strings I'm in pursuit of happiness clapping tracks with the truth, unh All I see is wackness the packaging has to be proof A catalyst with hella aptitude for visual aesthetic Captivating masses, rhyme schemes chock full of message I ain't cocky, I heard confidence is key Busting doors up off the hinges with the weight of my speech Just wait and you'll see No second coming of Lauryn I got bigger Hills to climb, no disrespect but it's my time, yeah They keep telling me I'm timeless, steady calling me your highness Because it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine Yeah it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine Mama asked me why I'm stressing, she said baby get your blessing Because it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine Yeah it's mine, it's all mine Turn up turn up turn up we so lit lit lit lit Shawty leaning like the syrup getcho f-f-f-fix Mix the purpose with the furnace, gimme that beat below my sternum Worship service save the sermon, that's my shit, that's a hit Kickin' dust up 'Cause I heard Ivy Sole be that spontaneous combuster, microphone trucker Only bars when they discuss her, Come straight for your head, just might concuss ya So come correct or get your luck up, you numbnut Word around town is real rap is on the way So forget what you was looking for tomorrow 'cause today We dodged the devil for 24, hoping we see many more Handing beats the first 48, feeling great, uh They keep telling me I'm timeless, steady calling me your highness Because it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine Yeah it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine Mama asked me why I'm stressing, she said baby get your blessing Because it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine Yeah it's mine, it's all mine See I was in the Chi, I was feeling quite the opposite Sippin' on a vibe, like water for chocolate Approximate release date looming, heart rate booming Tryna figure if my mom would let me have my own room And I resumed the campaign, but I ain't pressed for your caucus I don't need votes or elections, I'm a descendant of raucous Y'all rappers talk us to death ne'er even a penny to show Barely a song to your name and yet you flex like a pro I ain't got press at the moment but yes my presence it glows Applying pressure to the wounds that I deliver my foes Y'all should consider dying slow, wouldn't wanna miss the come up Heard winter be the season for preparing for the summer What a shame, what a bummer, you thought you was next You got less drive than a Hummer on cinderblocks I suspect My ten toes tap tempos none can match but I So when you ask me for the time, I can only reply That it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine Yeah it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine Yeah it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine Yeah it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine, yeah
Writer(s): Andre Merritt, Greg Bonnick, Seu Ran Lee, Hayden Chapman, Min Jeong Kim, Breana Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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