Ominous the Monster - Kryptonian

All these little local artists try to copy my moves
Unfollow me all in they feelings, dawg, I thought we was cool
They hate to see somebody else living they dreams like I do
Yet they replicating videos with sauce that I brew

With your crying ass, if I ain't him then come and show me, dawg
I'm feeling myself, big body, bulletproof, Kryptonian
I'm trying to touch an M so I can put Ruuch and Tony on
Diamonds dancing like my Cuban links are trying to show me off

I came a long way from fucking dope fiends in stolen whips
Trapping out of hotels, freestyling, motionless
Family members ducking my calls, I guess they over it
Things took longer than I wanted but they noticing

I'm immature with this success, I keep receipts on me
Comparing my numbers to others like who teams below me
All that slick talking and mocking M.I.E., homie
Got you looking stupid at this traction, I don't see it slowing

Mama raised a bad man influenced by the street lights
Marijuana residue on my lip from the peace pipe
Hurting looking for revenge so I ride with the heat tight
Tunnel vision passing all these blessings I can't see right

I was angry at the world, the environment I was placed in
Surrounded by domestic violence, a hostage I'm caged in
First trip to Juvie and it felt like a vacation
East side of St. Paul, the city where they make men

Shooters on deck, snoopography with the camera flashing
Von and J. Wheel in the other room, I can hear them laughing
Romyn in the basement, passed out and little dude is plastered
Fancy dinners with J Flem and all them food fantastic

I'm my brother's keeper, December 1996, I'm proud of him
At this rate, little homie gon' be rich
Iron sharpens iron, all this paper got me focusing
Poison in my blood, and it keeps flowing from a Cobra kiss

So close to overdosing, it's the unthinkable
Sober life and I don't drink no more, can't even walk in liquor stores
Turned away from Xanax, changed my life 'for I seen prison doors
I'm Dan Campbell and the stakes are high, why would I kick it for

Ay, yo, yo, ayo, I'm Dan Campbell and the stakes are high, why would I kick it for
Went from trailer parks to waking up drunk
On kitchen floors to touring state to state
Touching paper, trying to get some more

Written by:
Skyler Yazell

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