Voltron

Tokyo Ken beats dead on arrival Semi and a blade rest next to my bible 'Do what thou wilt' but the word of the land Is you best come correct to the son of the man What's up with you, man? Always got a pout face World in your palms but your head in the cloud space Pretty motherfucker but nobody seem to love you Monogram belt but nobody seem to love you Giving all you got but nobody seem to love you When the metal pop, everybody gon' love you So bang bang, where the women Imma pipe down? Stack a little paper and you every woman's type now Shit shift when I enter CTRL That's a keyboard line Got a keyboard hoping it would eat more time, but I'm stuck on the bullshit Work, play games, but ignore all my music So here's the pen glide, better stop snoozin' 2018, 500 Benz cruisin' Been oozin' that steez since a young blood Trap line brr for the freeze wrist come-up Name ring a bell on the TV screen See me when you scroll through your Tweet-Tweet feed Tryna spread love to the end of the planet, wasn't planning in the early days Tryna get close to the GOAT like Janet, ride out drop top to the pearly gates Damn he cold, his style mean Bitch quit lying, he ain't seventeen! Guess my demeanor twenty years my senior Knowledge served to me as a youth, subpoena Everything I write is like another rapper's highlight Book smart but count on me to win in every knife fight Tokyo Ken beats dead on arrival Semi and a blade rest next to my bible 'Do what thou wilt' but the word of the land Is you best come correct to the son of the man What's up with you, man? Always got a pout face World in your palms but your head in the cloud space Pretty motherfucker but nobody seem to love you Monogram belt but nobody seem to love you Giving all you got but nobody seem to love you When the metal pop, everybody gon' love you So bang bang, Cobain when I write mine Stuck on the rap game, can I get a lifeline? Bible or a bullet, same power where my waist at When I see a microphone, I hop in, lay track Hop out, drop that, pray somebody give a fuck Prayin' that somebody with influence see I been amok Lookin' for the clout, but I'm on that independent shit Lookin' for the clout, new Jordans prolly do the trick It's like that, you know it's like that And I react effervescent on a hype track Hit Champ then Champ deliver Then Dre black out like mid-December Put it, mix that together, our pans'll simmer I got legendary lines that I can't remember I hope you see now, Broward never senile Bashed names, bad grades, bring it to a C now Five years, top of world, top of my class 'Til then, ten thousand hours all to my craft XXL, I don't need your help, but when the call come, don't try to zone me with trash Andre Mez, Ondrizl, or a future living legend what I'm hoping that you know me as