Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Francis Michael Winters Jr.
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ayo
This one's
For everybody that supported me man
When I'm in it don't get it twisted like it's curly fries
Do or die in this mix of misfits it's a whole world to find
It's a creative matrix in the making so don't get surprised
When I'm up out the rough with a billion bucks and an enterprise
Ay yo
I've been busting and hustling tryna go from nothing to something but I've been here for A few years so I am just adjusting up in comfort
Tryna be the one that ups it
Upping my skill
So I can be a true mother uh uh
I'm just practicing mastering the average thins tryna capture it
And I will attack and hit all these average kids
I make my enemies disappear, Inside the magic mist
And when I'm done I turn to the elite beats advocate
Strap in, I'm at your head just like an Oculus
My common hits will turn fakes to the opposite
Am I godly, oh golly it's obvious, Im bout to switch it over to my next verse so i'll body it!
Uh huh, Im a lyrical god
My fury 'll steal up your spot
Really no cure will be brought
When I go kill all you bots
I've been making contract's
Ive been tryna be on tap
Or on point on this joint so come on back for a bomb rap
Cause I'm tactically on that
I'm digging for success exactly like a wombat
My strong raps put up a aight fight for combat
Gimme a beat and a mic and I will just body crap
I'm gonna juke ya and spook ya just like Gorilla Tag
Still a mad intelligent fella from my crib and pad
Ready to be deadly at any moment, to grill a lad
I ain't no genie but I'm a genius so just take from that
Writer(s): Paul Winters Jr.
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