Lyrics
Runnin through a golf course on a white horse, oh my bad i meant my porche, caught tiger gettin head by the 9 like right before the divorce, i do not show remorse, i enforce and push forward, small like little stuart, but ill destroy you wit two words, because i am rap nerd, but i heard you preferred absurd bullshit from a little bird, but im going in, so im going to pretend im the one you reccomend, why cant you comprehend that im the one to condesend until you know thats my throne and my ass in prints, the desendent come to rap until my face is blue, im on a new level i like the view, shits about to pop off like the roof on the coop, cuz im allergic to the bool, i splurge on truth, this is the kind of flow you find in the swimming pool not the living room, so you better stay under the wav until i get to my tomb, and they better show this in preschool so they know how the king do and not an average teen do, speech is crucial, you think ima shitty artist, the feeling mutual, you wanna say it to my face but you know the chances of survival is miniscule, cuz when im behind the pencil, it shoot, grew up sketchy in my youth, so it helped me see the truth, anyone will accept you if theyre amused, you may beat up dude but hell still talk about you, back then they used to say i was cool, but now i won't even crack a joke to be the fool, trust no one is the number one rule, so i stay in my house day and night, lookin for something for you to critisize, tell me wut you hate so i can put it on my next mixtape, and usually it rape, but i didnt hear say anything when i been doin to the rap game, these tongue twisters, wasnt meant for the munks, nuns, or none of the sisters, cuz shell stay long enough to rap about me fistin her, just because i am sinister, im prince to the darkness, i can turn a nobody into a hitter just like master splinter, you thought you brought gold bars, but my diamond type crisis make me the winner, catch me in the winter, the dead cold rappin until i get strep throat, workin to become the goat now here we go around the world, made it to heaven but i was hurled, went to hell and got sent back, so watch me do it like sinbad the way spit these ill raps on this sick track, they said they want rhythm, fuck bars, well fuck that i am the stripes and the stars, the black eyes and the scars, i take a look at my life, and i dont see it going that far, cuz the one thats pattin your back is the one with the knife, ready to stab as soon as you reach the spotlight, so please leave me alone while i sit in the dark and write these rhymes, this tony is the same as tony montana with the lines, so you better take a better look before
