For Peets Sake - Spirit of an MC

If I ever need ghost writer I might as well put the mic down
Rather be, 6 feet underneath before I let somebody else help create my sound
And I'm up in the morning til the lights out
Know it's real if you hear it out of my mouth
I've had enough with the industry n***a got a gripe now
Why you yelling at the mic n***a pipe down (Why you yelling at the mic)
Now I'm coming to leave a Marc like J Lo did
I was trying to be a simple dude
But n****s do the opposite of minimal
Shit is ridiculous and it's pitiful
I pity the fool who got it misconstrued
Taking the internet way too literal
Bunch of monkey see followed by money do
All these kids in here think they kidding who? (Gotta be kidding me)
All these n****s lately in their feelings
I won't be surprised they popping penicillin
That shit isn't cool man that shit is killing
Real n****s rest in peace to Mac Miller
But back to rap, bout to bring back lyrics
All year round I'm in the Christmas spirit
Gifted and you can't take that away
You know what they say, God giveth
Sick and tired of hearing the hibbity hibbity hibbity hibbity hibbity hibbity hibbit
If it isn't content substance and making me think it's meaningful lyrics then I don't know what is it
Only talk that shit if I live it, seen it or, I been in it
Yeah you might be winning that's now but I'm Kanye off the Henny congrats Ima let you finish
Yeah, Ya finished or ya done? (I think both)
Ultimatum which one?
Channing Tatum, Jason Tatum, Golden Tate, I'm bound for greatness
4th and inches, you just shy of the 1st cause you timid
And you could say you ball touchdown but we only see it on TV like the line of scrimmage

Written by:
Erik Peets

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