Boom Clap

They think I’m crazy But they don’t know the half of it Actually rap happens to be the attribute of my happiness Classiness is my attitude but I’m using half my head I’m on that same stuff that Cassy is Follow me if you catchin this The status of a bad boy I’m a W if you are less Im’ on deck to iron out The slackers til they hard pressed I’m on set and off the wall You beatin doors far fetched I’m gaurdin ask the god so as to God if you can par next My purpose on earth is God sent Determined to verbally hurt any mercenary in various quadrants My brain is like a hydrant To fire fighter Chilled like a lighter And im equipped with pyrotechnics So wreckage I’m spittin fire So call my spyro Dragon pause at a hydrant pirates fighting the craken Rappin like dinosaurs I’m t-rexing this track and And mentally spazzing Should be hugging myself in a jacket But im not so lets while I’m here let’s get this party cracking I’m hard school swimmin’ in a pool with dudes and shark food Turn in to superman You say I can't like that that Clark dude Lyrics Sharp as a harpoon hittin targets of different artists So when I’m starving got something to prey on that’s harmless But regardless, I’m lovin this rap and the fact that im actually better than half of these whack artists I’m on the mic spittin pollen that attracts bees I hustle at night on top of the white- I’m Blaque Keyz I’m out to track stars like a loakin Who’s holding a smoking gun that came out of an open holster Exposing it to the sun Screamin' I’m hotter than you And I’m full like a rowing boat off the coast of an open ocean You’re comatose when I’m boastin But come lets have a toast to all the whackness on the radio Then they’ll come to their senses and decide one day to play me yo I hope you can accept just what I’m setting out to be And really no amount of young money can amount to me I’m done procrastinatin’ I’m tired of this waitin’ I’m steady tryna be like J-Cole and Rock Nations Huh so take that I’m more quale than wale I’m never selling out to him I”m music in a maybach Who else you know would say that Doesn’t matter cause I will And yall skills ain't nothin’ tall cause I rhyme ill I’m laid back, but with this pen I am insane and I Won't stop until my lyrics are written on your brain