Just.Rhyming.Verbs Lyrics

Writing down these raps on a piece of paper

Put it together gotta use a stapler

Fuck that it's digital

Put it together it's all original

Not takin the words from people

But the people take words from me like i was a steeple

They bow down

See who standing in front of them they look like a clown

To help feel my wrath

To find the right path

Like a first period class math

teacher

First class preacher

Acting like god fathers

Hiding in the dark like monsters

Yes

Paying to park cause we in the suburbs

Feeling so down won't be at the concert

Ima stay home and open the books to proverbs

Read his words

Evaluate his lesson

But i ain't no saint

I'm reading his words using his fate with a Smith and Wesson

No time for guessing

Next in the rap game no fussing

Woke up next to a bitch she alr fussing

OMG

Not meaning to write this rap bout the one and only

But i woke up feeling holy

Stop actin like you know me

Shits gets so irritating cause i'm still lonely

Boys tryna hoe me

Fuck friends they so phony

I'm sitting in my bed over thinking

So fucked up i forget so start blinking

So fucked up i started even drinking

So fucked up i'm flying and im sinking

Put in my earbuds, lay down and

Get off instagram and read a novel

I can't find an answer i'm stuck in a pothole

I'm not for college

I ain't no scholar

Didn't take no honors

But shit i can quote any line from the book of proverbs

Don't play with me

They watchers

Try and multiply but me im a solver

Do anything for your soul they robbers

They like to plot on me yeah they plotters

Hit em with my choppers

Do anything for clout they copy me they mockers

Nothing to special just rhyming verbs

Nothing to special just rhyming verbs