Otto Rocket Wit the Dread Flow - Gave It to the Game
I sayI'm so over everything
I'm where them heavens sing
Sweet chin music
If the try to take the belt from me
No I never had nothing
But I got a lot now
Tied to the beat
Like my dreads
Yeah I'm loc down
When I walk thru
All eyes on me
Snakes in grass
But they can't see me
Self fulfilling prophecy
Why these people mocking me
Why police stopping me
I'm just on my way to work
I jus gotta make it work
I jus gotta make it surf
Too intelligent
I jus write the blue print
I jus gotta follow my lead
And keep internal peace
Birds keep begging for bread
I had a couple geese
Providing heat
Like a sweater
A Christmas fleece
Over the top
My Bars athletic
Olympic Greece
Bars jus hopping out the pot
Like heated grease
If I eat we all gone eat
Internal Feast
I just give em food for the brain
I burn collard greens for the pain
Bleach for the haters
They some stains
Knowledge like water
Make it rain
Ain't thinking bout my ex
She a lame
I don't even remember
Shawdy name
I'm focused
I'm thinking like I got 2 brains
Everytime I spit up on a track
Straight Flame
Demons still creeping at my door
Change the lock on em
60 said I better go to work
Punched the clock on em
Otto why your dreads so strong
Cause my knot thick
When you gone fall from the top
Ninja stop it
Reaching at my pedestal
You better choose a move
I'm just getting comfortable
I'm jus having fun with you
I'm talking to the beat
Pardon me
Elephant the room
I do the track dirty
Ima bastard
Did you bring the broom
Wu tang flow
That what you came for
When I get up in the booth
Alley Opp things go
Tryna collect two hundred thou
Like I jus passed go
I could see my people clapping for me
Every level up
I could see my people happy for me
Every level up
Man I threw up on this track
Somebody gotta clean this up
Written by:
Shaquille Lewis
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