Joseph Prowess - VIRTUOSO, Pt. 1

Hands on my flow keep steady
Got a ransom write my note
I got heavy with mic so hear my lip
A black Chevy with the lights off caught you slip
It's like
I just set up in London and got more coming
Foreign boy on the block
We get attention from it
Better tune up the shop for I'm stepping in it
Straight shooter the shot the black Wesson did it
Pot called the kettle mad
Guess I'm going crazy with it
Back with the knapsack
Going expat with it leaving
Working on these tracks got a visa with it
Scheming
Ain't got no regrets
I don't ever break even
Running from these demons
And the lust that precede them
I got love for the money
And a lust for the game
I ain't stop till I boast me a big ass chain
And a house in my name
Prowess a household name
Got a housewife living like I'm home on the range
I might be huffing the paint
Feel like I'm going insane
Balloon boys breathing
Put a hole in the brain
Its like running out of time
I'll invest in a wrist watch
Rollie time piece never quartz it don't tik tok
Breathing down my neck hot
Icicle the neck lock
Top of your top spot
Now you bout to find out
Fuck
Everything I write is all caps
You can run it back
V one cold night raps you don't remember that
And we ain't blood
I bleed E&P the best of me
Only two niggas at the top
And he next to me
Letter me
Sound it out phonetically
Rapping over better beats
Chef made specialty
Legacy ahead of me
Competition enemy
Divine with my energy
Kind with tenacity
The past life got me and no one ever taught me
The misfit posse
Rolling in the mazi
I'm hot like potato
Machiavelli I'm the prince
Cuba in a minute
Pay atonement for the sins
Ain't a gap I ain't finished
Till a chip and a ring
Cancel me the time out
The fat lady sings
When God come to find me
Its take me to the King
If they put me in the dirt
Black prophet did things
Work move craft
Shadow clone my team
Baby come find me
Up in France I leave
Need a type out sheet
I don't chase my dreams
Been living my shit
These lines make green
This life
I'm going to spaz no chorus
I don't care if it finishes
I been chasing for the bag
Miss pence and penniless
They been looking for the tax
Because the revenue limitless
Pop a pill blow a seal
Shit talking at home
Same nigga on the couch
Living with mom
Be a mild mannered dude but I'm losing my calm
Be a mogul tycoon if you give me the dough
Y'all playing me a fool if I ain't rapping enough
It's up

Written by:
Josiah Monroe

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