Open Book

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Greatest rapper alive, we can start at that

Project baby, no Kodak Black

I been there for a minute, why hold that back?

You got a problem with that punch, well, hold this slap

I'm in the trap with some hitters that'll peel your cap

Big stylee, stamp certified, still got some murder ties

6-4, skinny ties, all my **** got hoodies on

So who cares of Kenny dies?

Treat the corner like penny stats

8-balls and stained socks

Pitching white balls like a sandlot

I'm just tryna live up, cop something new

Done been to the rim shot, life of a roller

Deuce in a coda, tres eight'll fold ya

Denims hold paper like a folder

Five-star general, mind's not subliminal

If I don't fuck with you, you gon' know

All these all up back on us is on the low

I be smoking my weed, riding round town

Tryna keep to myself (Riding around, keep to myself)

But with all this knowledge in me

It's kinda hard to keep it all to myself (Can't keep it all to myself)

I be smoking my weed, riding round town

Tryna keep to myself (I get high, I get high) (Keep to myself)

But with all this knowledge in me

It's kinda hard to keep it all to myself (Got nothing to sell)

(Keep it all to myself)

Can't keep it all to myself, can't, can't keep it all to myself

Can't keep it all to myself, c-c-can't keep it all to myself

Everybody gang banging or running off on papi

They say they speaking they life on record, I call it sloppy

Dried addicts, bunch of walking zombies

I see what time it is, they slaves to the timepiece

A Rolex crown don't make a man king

A good song will make a man think

And to think, everything that glitters ain't gold

They fight for wisdom untold

My soul is unsold

When it comes to basic rappers, I've broken the mold

(I break the mold)

Free from the politics, media and critics

**** careers built off gimmicks and the image they stole

(The image they stole)

Prisoners to the hype, they life they barely control

Offer a man a chain and a bankroll, he's dead end row

Lost souls need guidance, the truth lay inside us

Ain't gotta be a five-percenter to figure out the science

I be smoking my weed, riding round town

Tryna keep to myself (Riding around, keep to myself)

But with all this knowledge in me

It's kinda hard to keep it all to myself (Can't keep it all to myself)

I be smoking my weed, riding round town

Tryna keep to myself (I get high, I get high) (Keep to myself)

But with all this knowledge in me

It's kinda hard to keep it all to myself (Got nothing to sell)

(Keep it all to myself)

Can't keep it all to myself, can't, can't keep it all to myself

Can't keep it all to myself, c-c-can't keep it all to myself