USPS

Ayo, I push the envelope like USPS Who that? T.S And yeah I know them boys just dropped, but I don't feel like goin' through that BS My crew up, we next Throw the deuce up and jet I'm due my respect Niggas wanna come for me but you not no threat I lit up the fire then I blew out my stress I don't mean a sweater when I say my crew at your neck Ain't nothin' y'all can do 'bout the set Iller than most, realer than most People hear my lyrics and they get the feelin' of hope I really should be worth a billi cause I'm really a goat Why does it matter if you fly when you sittin' in coach? I think a lot, sittin' in my whip, hittin' this roach More than I'm willin' to post Because unless it's through the music I'm just not the type to be spillin' my feelings to folk As for as verses I don't know which one the realest I wrote They ride waves, I don't get on the boat I'd rather sit on the coast Givin' em quotes To last for eternity if they happen to murder me If you got this in your speakers then I'm happy you heard of me If you haven't heard from me it's 'cause I'm stackin' this currency These rappers be urkin' me 'Cause if we talkin' talent, they ain't half or a third of me And that's a whole fact I rap with no cap And I master flows, ain't a single track I hold back You haters gon' have to hold that I know I'm great, don't need a platinum or a gold plaque It would be cool though To my get kudos Until then, I'm kickin' new flows So go and tell everybody that you know I'm out of this world, I'm on Pluto Or Mars like Bruno I should be next to the stars Because it's somewhere in the sky that I'm settin' the bar Where I'm headed is far Never let the game let you forget who you are I'm at a point I feel I could hang with the best of em all Like it ain't a question at all The way that I put together the bars They be like "damn, every record is hard" I deliver every time like my rhymes was on Amazon prime Had to get my stuff in order though I do it cause I love it, it ain't for the dough I thought I was out and they pulled me back in, I feel like Michael Corleone Like yeah, I heard these niggas poppin' but they corny bro To OGs tell me that the game is so backwards The hypebeasts say I need some radio smashes But you can ask my city they would say I wrote classics So how you gon tell me that I ain't the whole package I push the envelope like USPS Who that? T.S And yeah I know them boys just dropped, but I don't feel like goin' through that BS My crew up, we next Throw the deuce up and jet I'm due my respect Niggas wanna come for me but you not no threat I lit up the fire then I blew out my stress I don't mean a sweater when I say my crew at your neck Ain't nothin' y'all can do 'bout the set Knockin' at ya door Heard they want some more Tryna get the bread Tryna get the dough I just wanna blow I just wanna grow Heard the money call So I say hello Knockin' at ya door Heard they want some more Tryna get the bread Tryna get the dough I just wanna blow I just wanna grow Heard the money call So I say hello