Statues - Learner's Permit

I'm bout to fuck this shit up
I'm bout to run this shit up
These young running amok
It's no wonder that they're stuck
I'm bout to turn this shit up
I'm bout to burn this shit up
Sick with the wordmanship bruh
Pull up a seat get your learner's permit
I'm bout to fuck this shit up
I'm bout to run this shit up
These youngins running amok
It's no wonder that they're stuck
I'm bout to turn this shit up
I'm bout to burn this shit up
Sick with the wordmanship bruh
Pull up a seat get your learner's permit
Offering lessons to all of you peasants
Turn on this track it's a mo' fucking present
Take you some words make them rhyme in a sentence
Now say them back make them ride wit a cadence
Anything you wanna say you can say it
But know your audience it could be dangerous
Take all you're feeling and all that you're thinking
You might be smoking you might be drinking
And that's just fine settle your mind
Don't wanna stress to come up wit a line
Just let it flow take you some time
Walk away if you must and unwind
Here's a pro tip think of an idea and how you will approach it
Sure you can go in bars on bars but without context it gets old quick
Do whatever somebody will love yo shit
And some will hate you but don't trip
If they say you're too hard then get wise
If they say you're too smart then flip sides
Play the audience entertain them
Give them what they want to maintain them
Then drain them when you got it locked
You can thank them for the energy that you feel
Cause it came from crowds full of strangers
Give them your joy pain and anger
Fears and hopes don't choke when they claim ya
Keep putting out them bangers you'll become their favorite
Then whatever you want you can name it
People like helping the famous it don't make sense but they do
Getting awestruck like I can't believe it's you
Do as I instruct it can happen to you too
I'm bout to fuck this shit up
I'm bout to run this shit up
These young running amok
It's no wonder that they're stuck
I'm bout to turn this shit up
I'm bout to burn this shit up
Sick with the wordmanship bruh
Pull up a seat get your learner's permit
I'm bout to fuck this shit up
I'm bout to run this shit up
These youngins running amok
It's no wonder that they're stuck
I'm bout to turn this shit up
I'm bout to burn this shit up
Sick with the wordmanship bruh
Pull up a seat get your learner's permit
Oh speak of the devil
Packing up metal like rebels fuck it
When the dust settles it's burning like kettles
When nothing is special but it's fucked up on so many levels
We're never the same the pills and y'all probably blame
Your image is timid and shamed
All of a nuisance with no solution
Wheelhouse of music is stupid and lame
Swear y'all fuckers are virus to rap
Claiming ya dope but it's nothing but cap
How you gone grow when ya mind is so capped
Stumbled and mumbled in time is so lapsed
But the way I write my shit is so mapped
But the way you write yo shit is so trapped
Rapping about lean you a fiend is so whack
Somebody run get the coroner stat
I'm murdering shit Statues are stuck to the ground
We ain't moving around but the sound is so urging and shit
Never be down for the count don't be counting me out
When I mount Ima burn you to bits
Circle around you like hounds we watching you drown
It's astounding purpose in this
Bringing you nothing but frowns
We fuckin up towns while you lounge
So homie don't snooze tell me the news
Running yo mouth with all two of your crews
Step up inside this bitch facing a viper pit
Still have no fear I got nothing to lose
My homeboy said go take these rappers to school
A lyric custodian I'm mopping you fools
Come with the fuckery rap is above of we
Here is the summary wring up the noose
I'm bout to fuck this shit up
I'm bout to run this shit up
These young running amok
It's no wonder that they're stuck
I'm bout to turn this shit up
I'm bout to burn this shit up
Sick with the wordmanship bruh
Pull up a seat get your learner's permit
I'm bout to fuck this shit up
I'm bout to run this shit up
These youngins running amok
It's no wonder that they're stuck
I'm bout to turn this shit up
I'm bout to burn this shit up
Sick with the wordmanship bruh
Pull up a seat get your learner's permit

Written by:
Justice Brown, Michael Kettle Jr

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