Lyrics

Cough At first I was fake coughing so you knew I was smoking Now I'm real coughing Cough Alright check it Getting to the cash though Never been too bashful Spit it like I'm sipping Tobasco out the flask though Stay fresher than a tadpole So tell me what you mad for Never been an asshole Okay I lied Whipping, whipping, whipping in the fast lane Nothing's meant to last mane Team on my back like it's my last name Burden me, hurting me I am hurdling the past mane (?) Sturdily I ain't worried about the wrath mane Never been fazed I'm astounded at the foot of this mountain Ready to climb, say my grace Took a seat at the table Ready to dine Ready to find I bit off too much, overwhelming mouthfuls Meditate in front of fountains when in need of council Wonder what I'll amount to They think they fucking with me Highly doubtful Wonder what Wiley 'bout to Do to these guys I don't do the disguises I will out you I am the son, you are new to the skies But I will melt you Matter of fact let me help you Matter of fact I don't need to I would only mislead you Matter of fact take this needle Matter of fact free your mind and speak your truth and free your people I just hope they believe you I just hope they believe you
Writer(s): Alexander Wiley, Carson Guidicessi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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