K. Hope - Application

Yeah
I ain't even a fucking rapper man
But it's 'bout time I quit playing with you niggas
Check
They be like, "who you"
I be that nigga that be flowing
I'm talking on the beat so cold, my words are frozen
I been up in the game, you other niggas is loading
I'm smoking on a strain of airplane, it got me floating
Getting faded, sipping on this lean getting medicated
Feeling sedated, don't even know where I'm located
Elevated, my visions are fully illustrated
Niggas being childish, they blew my high, now I'm aggravated
I'm just a small town nigga with big ambitions
All niggas do is hate in my city, them niggas bitches
I'm trying to make it out of the city, out these conditions
I know I'm not the only nigga that's in my position
So, everyday, I'm planning ways to make it out
Don't want no fame, just want the money, don't want the clout
They asking me where I'm going, I say the scenic route
I'm flowing like water, but you other niggas is in a drought
My flow is upgraded nigga, my shit is elevated
Listening to y'all niggas music done got me frustrated
It's time to change the rap game, it's time to renovate it
The way I'm talking I swear I need to be compensated
Cause I'm a lyrical miracle on top of the pinnacle
Flow too critical, I'm killing beats call me a criminal
This shit is typical, I'm making you niggas look pitiful
Y'all niggas say y'all got money but y'all pockets is minimal
I bring the power like a generator
My name not Arnold, but I am still the terminator
I'm breathtaking, I got 'em using a ventilator
Me and my girl are both bottoms, common denominators
I'm taking over, the rap game in my possession
I'm talking like a vet, but this not even my profession
Got niggas mad, I'm feeding off of all they aggression
Got niggas going bankrupt, I'm the new great depression
Setting the booth on fire, call me an arsonist
I'm on another level, my rhyming is just just too marvelous
It's time to end it, you niggas shouldn't have started this
Giving out bars just like your neighborhood pharmacist
I keep it moving, cause it's too easy to get stuck
Smoking on some 4 leaf clovers tryna get good luck
Can't even trust your own circle, this shit is too tough
Cause niggas selling out on they brothers just for a quick buck
I'm, a young nigga, but imma stick with the old style
Can't give an inch cause muhfuckas be tryna take miles
You niggas music so pointless, do something worthwhile
Take every song you wrote and just throw it up in the junk pile
They telling me to slow down, but I'm just getting started
Aiming my words at you niggas, y'all just some easy targets
You niggas swear that y'all hard, but really I'm the hardest
Promise I'm different, so don't compare me to any artist
I'm on my grind, I'm shining like my name Mr. Clean
Team full of shooters, they getting open without a screen
If it's contested they still shooting, like Danny Green
Then fade away like Kobe, no trace is being left at the scene
Niggas always throwing salt, but they don't have no aim
Been looking at the throne for too long, but now it's mine to claim
You niggas think that y'all different, but y'all are all the same
I'm only getting hotter, y'all struggling to put out my flame
Sorry for the pressure I'm bringing, but this my application
He talking reckless, it's finna be an annihilation
He think it's sweet 'til he getting hit with a combination
We ain't talking paper I promise it ain't no conversation
I'm folding paper, you'd think I'm practicing origami
In the hills getting figures like my first name was Tommy
Niggas say they want beef, I'm coming with pastrami
Pull up with a choppa, it get to singing just like Kehlani
I'm taking off I, ain't landing until I reach the top
Imma forever be great, my time'll never stop
You think your song is a banger, but really it's a flop
Call me a janitor, all you niggas is getting mopped
I'm gone
Bitch
409 shit
Yeah

Written by:
Kaymon Hope

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