Jesmo - Chicken

Pick myself off of the pavement
Scrapped elbows spark conversations
I'm
Tryna think of something cool to say to y'all
I guess it kind of just depends who you are at all

That's a whole lotta bark from a small dog
A small tree, you can leaf
You know I keep a big bird ant it bees
Hanging out the window
Wild how you ducking me

I'm still plucking flowers, waiting on my chicken wings
I hope the door dash driver like to be paid in weed
That's a joke, don't worry, I always leave a tip
No hypocrites here, that type of shit will make you sick

These narcissistic bar tard party hard kids
Carve they arms till they farm a scholarship
And that don't make no sense, it's just artisan
Rapping like I'm always in a mother fucking argument

Not a arsonist, but spit like Cali's forest is
Maybe we can slow it down when the chorus hits
I know they bored and they sick of hearing glory shit
And it's a little too late for the goriness
So let's just chill and try to make the most of this
Now I could lie and say you look gorgeous
Or tell you the truth and show you where the porch is
You call me an asshole, well of course bitch

You can tell I been cutting edge
But I ain't cutting throats
Money over sea
They send it back by boat
Turn a three figure, six figure digit to a million
Hard to view the ocean when you stack it to the ceiling
Laying in bed never got no one ahead
And what I said was said, imma rep it till I'm dead
Imma rep it till I'm dead, imma rep it till I'm dead
What's said was said, imma rep it till I'm dead
A contender with advantages, they never stood a chance
Man I'm too fucking good, I'm like the industry's plant
Photosynthesize your mind, take you to another land
And if it's foreign to you now, then you will never understand it
Arrive on this planet, nobody ever plan it
Ya elders try to be a teacher but you'll never listen
Cuz fuck 'em they don't get it
They probably never will
The world so crazy
Filled with cheap thrills
(Cheap thrills)

Aye aye
I'm a mother fucking rascal

Aye aye
I'm a mother fucking rascal

Aye aye
I'm a mother fucking rascal

Aye aye
I'm a mother fucking rascal

And this rascal wants a castle
Way above the clouds where the sky looks pastel
And this rascal found a time capsule
Way beneath the sand, had to ride in on a camel
Damn

(Mother fucking rascal)
Telling me bring the beat back, we want the hard shit
But I need sounds that could represent all these hardships
They call me crazy, you say that I'm just a lunatic
When I do something different like make my own shit
It's fucking bonkers how nobody has noticed him
And once he got it right, you can not get a hold of him
I guess a few m's could spark conversations
You look at my art and crave affiliation
My fellow rappers are stuck on the same shit
If there's a bar, well I have moved way past it
Grandmaster, you can not fathom my tactics
In fact bitch
I'm the hash slinging slasher
Can you pass my inhaler
(Vote for pedro)
Are y'all really that certain that I'm gonna fail?
Do you really need to go and spread tall tales?
Did you know I was a person and not a whale?
Or were you only thinking about yourself?
That's probably what it is, it's not hard to tell
Some shitty people still alive, tell 'em go to hell
Tell 'em go to hell

Written by:
Joseph Smoker, Troy Tulloch

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