Heady Lovell - Spinal Cords & Car Seats

I'm going back like spinal cords and car seats
My hard beats got more bumps than heartbeats
I start sweet then spark heat
I'm part beast
Y'all want beef, I'm dark meat at Arby's
Now, pardon me
But part of me's pondering where the party be
It's hard to see anybody out here going as hard as me
My artistry's a narcotics pharmacy in your arteries
And I whole-heartedly hate all of y'all who disregarded me
Oooo oooo oooo, check the harmony
I was always in the halls, now they say I'm Carnegie level
It's hard to be mellow
Retarded speech, spitting like I just got a lobotomy
Cause Heady is a prodigy
I'ma be in this shit until no more breathing comes out of me
Honestly, you's a bitch and I hope your parents are proud of it
Obviously there's a glitch in the system, I'm the anomaly
I don't be throwing fits, but sometimes you might catch me hollering
I don't need to be rich, I don't do this shit for the dollars
I do it for honor and the promise that I made my momma
I told her that one day my name gon ring louder than Obama's
I'm sharp as katanas
And I'm blowing minds just like Nirvana (whoa)
So enough with all the huffin and that puffin and that bluffing about nothing
Frontin like y'all gon do something (you won't)
And I'm not the one to fuck with on some dumb shit
You'll get struck with repercussions if you cut up you'll get bloodened (no joke)
And It's not up for discussion
Uppercutting anyone who tries to touch em
Better duck when I start busting (get low)
Mutherfuck em, I don't trust them, they be running when the fuzz come, then get cuffed and start discussing, that's disgusting (so gross)
A Cleveland Rover, defender from all contenders
Not a killer, but pretend that you dealing with Michael Render and Jamie so maybe run them jewels a bit quicker
I got the tools to be sicker than any spitter
Not your typical nigga
I'm slicker, I'm sleeker, I'm hipper, I'm deeper, uniquer than any features coming out of your speakers
They follow procedure, they follow the leader
I'm out of their league, and they all in my bleachers
They call me the freezer, I'm tossing them heaters
I got em at fever pitch as I'm painting them all the picture
The ultimate victor; I just gotta boast in this bitch
Don't rap for money but one day I'm gon be so freakin rich
I'm bout to build a boat —no a ship, and coast with the fish
And I'm not perfect but I just might be as close as it gets
My flow is dope, nigga. Come and get a dose of this shit
I'm toting the blick, cause niggas wanna show for they clique
I'll clip everyone in the whip, even your chauffeur get hit
I'm on the clock so much you'd think I'm working multiple shifts
I never clock out, I always rock out
Haters get knocked out
So watch out
I pull up with the top down, then hop out
I pull the Glock out
Then "pow pow"
And now I got clout
So enough with all the huffin and that puffin and that bluffing about nothing
Frontin like y'all gon do something (you won't)
And I'm not the one to fuck with on some dumb shit
You'll get struck with repercussions if you cut up you'll get bloodened (no joke)
And It's not up for discussion
Uppercutting anyone who tries to touch em
Better duck when I start busting (get low)
Mutherfuck em, I don't trust them, they be running when the fuzz come, then get cuffed and start discussing, that's disgusting (so gross)

Written by:
Leo Allen

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