Rhymer/Educator and Wittiestmc - No Apologies

Over me under me
Elbow to elbow in front of me
Knee deep
Flooding the streets cuz they wannabe
Get under my feet no apologies
Over me under me
Elbow to elbow in front of me
Knee deep
Flooding the streets cuz they wannabe
Get under my feet no apologies
Be your own person be your own individual
Trying to act like somebody else is just pitiful
I want to be legendary mystical mythical
The picture that I paint is a lyrical visual
I don't fit the definition I don't match the description
I don't fall in the position of a superficial vision
I'm all about addition cuz I don't support division
Turn off the television and social media prison
Yeah ain't nobody gonna tell me what to think
And ain't nobody gonna change my opinion
Unless they come in with some new facts
And showing me new wisdom
Yeah what's a king without a kingdom
Young with no Brigham
If you really want the real lines
Then I'm a go ahead and bring em
But I will never compromise my beliefs
Cuz if I did that then how could I find peace
No rest for the weary then how could I find sleep
Lukewarm so so then that's what I'm gonna reap
And faith got me living with a purpose
I never felt so alive short circuit
All of these clowns I feel like I'm at a circus
But if I keep persevering then it's worth it
Over me under me
Elbow to elbow in front of me
Knee deep
Flooding the streets cuz they wannabe
Get under my feet no apologies
Over me under me
Elbow to elbow in front of me
Knee deep
Flooding the streets cuz they wannabe
Get under my feet no apologies
Aim set
Chasing the fame for the paycheck
They all the same they should all get the same check
They try to tell me I should change that's a raincheck
I'm checkmate they just came and lost the game set
Match I don't compromise when it comes to my craft
I can't normalize any lies between me and myself
Still here whether seen or in stealth
I done heard it all cuss more
Go hard what for
Fight music we could go and pull out the guns for
Trap songs one for the down on they luck
They got opinions they should know
I don't give a fuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Fun times
Easy to be a critic but they don't write the lyrics
I don't understand are they sheep or I just can't hear it
I count em till I sleep thanks a million
Over me under me
Elbow to elbow in front of me
Knee deep
Flooding the streets cuz they wannabe
Get under my feet no apologies
Over me under me
Elbow to elbow in front of me
Knee deep
Flooding the streets cuz they wannabe
Get under my feet no apologies
Over me under me
Elbow to elbow in front of me
Knee deep
Flooding the streets cuz they wannabe
Get under my feet no apologies
Over me under me
Elbow to elbow in front of me
Knee deep
Flooding the streets cuz they wannabe
Get under my feet no apologies

Written by:
JON WITTE, JOSEPH W RUIZ

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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