Arthur Harvey - MINIVAN

You doubted me whatta disgrace
I'd cover my pain but it's easy to trace
they hate me for years now I'm all in yo face
I don't follow no trend
im the hairiest tape in yo kitchen
I don't stick to loose ends
I'm glued to the roots
Cause Tariq is the suit that my thoughts is rapped in
Even when I'm on I'm still off my season
In the land dreamin
Came out the clique with drip
No pun intend
I big pun my sh
But Look look take a pic
My stress so high it got eye tw twich
But I'm still optimistic
No composition
I smoke loose leafs
I'm Bruce Lee With all ink
Em taught me
To stretch words and make verbs
Empoteny
I lost me
These verbs on a different level

I drive a minivan with the side dented
Yeah I'm unashamed
Come and get up in it
What's Minute Maid I call Cole Bennett
Don't touch this swag juice
Lick it
Don't touch this swag juice
Lick it

My life is like I'm sitting on the beach waiting for the tsunami
And all my enemies praying they see a body
Hopefully we find peace
Or we gone find pieces
Try Jesus
I keep close all of my peoples
I see threw the hate like peep holes
I wake up Thank God this dream true
I used to sleep on a pallet
Now my talent is valid
They still wander like Stevie like how he got layers to lyrics like shallots
We libras keep the balance
So when I reach the palace
I keep my faith sturdy on who's holy
Spreading God to the masses
Give yo haters some glasses
They need a open casket
proving people wrong since '99
I gotta bracket
A living ticking time bomb
That's why I gotta a pen in my palm instead of a gun in my palm

I drive a minivan with the side dented
Yeah I'm unashamed come and get up in it
What's Minute Maid I call Cole Bennett

Wait
Mr. Lyrical lemonade meet the lyrical pen I made.
Flavors from Slim Jay stretch to MJ
I'm in my bag like Kim K shopping with Kanye
All day these songs is easy like a kyrie left lay
Flow swift like McVay

You find something, you buy something, you die - nothing
We deep thinkers
Come sink in us
We paint pictures
My 2 steppin got you steppin now we steppin
Detroit reppin, 313 till my death sentence
Aight run it back

Written by:
Arthur Harvey

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