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