[Part I: Praise the Lord (Da Shine)]
[Intro 1]
Damn, Mizzy Mauri on the beat
[Verse 1]
If you've seen what I seen, you would know what I mean
I'll either be the best or not, there's no in-between, yeah
I don't give a fuck about your Promethazine
I ain't Promethazine, I'm just pro getting cream
Yeah, I wake up, check the numbers, then I go back to sleep
That's my whole damn routine, no, I don't have to dream
Came a long way from tryna be like people on my screen
'Cause now I am on the screen, and I'm who people wanna be, ayy
If I work a million hours? Light week
Kill so much up on the track, Tilted Towers type beat
I'm so hungry on the mic, I devour my beats
If you diss me, chances are that you are down at my feet, wait, huh
Back on my motherfuckin' bay shit, two-door foreign, got it looking like a spaceship
You been really gettin' up onto the basics, just dropped 4K, all these rappers eight-bit
Heard your new shit and it ain't lit, everyday I gotta make hits, you better face it
I'm racin' to make a statement, I can't be waiting, they hatin' before the track in even created
Ayy, yeah, know that I will go the distance
Now opportunity be knocking like Jehovah's Witness
I'm gettin' DM's from these bitches, yeah, they blowin' kisses
No more disses, if you really wanna come diss me, then you better know you getting dismissed
Taking shots? Well, I'm sorry that you missed this, switch this, taking all my steps need a Fit-Bit
Everybody keep reacting like they BigQuint, pull up with the merch, everybody want the shipment
Man, this shit ain't really happen in an instant, yeah, it took me a lot of years to get it this lit
Used to tell me I would never sell a ticket, now I hit 'em back, all I hear is crickets
Damn... that's silent, I'm smilin'
I'm wildin', up on the track, I'm so fly without trying, that's autopilot
If you sellin' lies I don't wanna buy it, all you haters mad, why you so quiet?
Beat fat, it should go on a diet, I don't do dope, I just supply it, yeah
Made seven racks this January, ice in my cream that's Ben and Jerry's
Nobody liking the way that I work, they say, "Blood, sweat, and tears? That ain't sanitary!"
My music is planetary, your music's a cemetery, yeah, huh
Just take a look at the genes, guess it's hereditary, ayy!
[Part II: Juveniles]
[Intro 2]
Alright!
I•Z•M
You thought I was doing one beat!
Nah man, this is- heh-
-We're doing another beat! Let's go, ayy
[Verse 2]
They don't expect this, I'm reckless, a fucking menace
All you rappers are my students, you're my apprentice
But I keep being excluded, ain't on the guest list
But my video get 5K in thirty seconds
Broke boy, you are wack, just get out my mentions
I'm the plug, only one, I don't need extensions
Yeah they say that I should quit making all these records
Judge my lyrics, but cannot even formulate a sentence
Greatness, I'm destined, got no class, like a suspension
Or some detention, like maybe you should pay attention
They don't want the world to know about me, I'm eleven
The way I'm going viral, ain't no infection
Your favorite rapper? I get more views on my impression
Saying "What the fuck?" but it ain't a question
Number one, I can't even spare a motherfucking second
Part-time, but I do this shit like my profession
I'm a junior but I'm tryna be a fucking freshman
See me on the map, they all ask for some directions
Everybody scared, I can sense the tension
Rick Sanchez flow, in a whole other dimension
[Outro]
Ayy! Alright
That was it, bro, that was-
That was pretty lit, alright?
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