October (PS32) (feat. CloudyNotes)

Rappers' mad, 'cuz a nigga done packed his bags And I'm heading for platinum plaques Niggas' mad, 'cuz a nigga done murdered tracks And I'm winning and spitting facts I do immaculate shit See the rapping? a nigga done mastered this shit Every beat is a victim And everyone's rankings, a nigga done scattered this shit I got a great team, I'm finna make cream That shit is obvious This shit is my dream, since I was 13 I took it serious. I'm on a roll like a caravan, just put a goat as my diagram Boy, you an L, I'm a G, so don't get your letters mixed up like an anagram Nigga, see bands is the main thing Since a kid, I was destined for great things These niggas Jonesin' like K.C. But I'm balling, that's why I got eight rings My life a movie and this is a great scene But a nigga still stay mean Mind is too sharp, 'cuz a nigga don't take lean Nigga I'm tryna stay clean Bands getting, a lil nigga done transcended And now I'm in my bag innit Gang winning, bro my flow got the gang swimming Tryna make me a stack with it No kidding, bro my mama said "go get it" You just capping with no fitted Flow killing, fuck with me, get your soul lifted Bro my lyrics is so wicked Yo Kobilou and I'm on the scene Thought you was better? It was all a dream Heart of gold but I want the green Everybody's fave tryna join the team Flow nice but I'm hella mean Shorty talk dirty but the pipe clean My dad a goat so it's in my genes If you look at me, then you sightseeing Showing out, niggas all plain, your on days are my off days Tryna get me on y'all wave, but I'm too big for a small lane Too smart bro I want brain, too sharp bro I cause pain Too hard and you're all lame, play and get ripped like some balmains I'm in the game with G's, bro y'all are a pain to see These niggas is lame, best is a shame to me I'm who niggas came to see, I'm killing game I'm on the road to fame, your kids gon' be screaming my name Bro that is the aim, don't need the gold and chains Got ice running in my veins, and I'm calling game All of my opps are less, uh I got what they call finesse I make the opps depressed The issue they can't address, uh My and my boys are next We winning and all progress, uh They hate cuz they all been dead Who killing shit y'all can guess Damn