Schneidyyy - King Crook

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Came out the womb, spittin' fire
Never needed a pacifier
Every day's a new attire
Tell all the truth, no liar
Situation here is dire
Drive you insane, don't get a flat tire
Eyelids get batty, no vampire
I should've mentioned this prior
I rap like I am down to the wire
My tongue has some muscle fibers
That's why everything I spit is fire
Change the station, it's a different relation
I'm gonna need a vacation
Cause I'm only 17
And I'm doing it better than people in their early 20s
Isn't that a little bit funny
Rapping my way around like I was a mummy
Still going dummy
Put this gat to your face and make your nose all runny
Still getting money
One wrong move, you'll regret acting funny
Sticky, smooth like honey
I can promise you that, buddy
I zip down my fly, revealing my armory
Pull out a sword more sharper than the great Excalibur
Now you know that I'm on top on a whole different caliber
Mark the day when I turn into a king
Crook on my calendar
Killing all the beats with my feats
It's a massacre
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
For my efforts, I need a medallion and a stallion
Don't need no rapscallion
I need a Italian scallion
You're gonna need a battalion
I need a medal
I never press the break only pedal
I am the bass and I am the treble
If there's rules, then I am the rebel
If you fell on your face, then I am the pebble
Oops, I am the person that made you fall
I am the person that made you crawl
I'm not the person you want to brawl
They come up to me and compliment
I tell them I'm just flattered
Behind the scenes, I'm such a disaster
This is the beginning of the first chapter
Crawling the beats like a caterpillar
These are bars, not no filler
My rounds aim for the head, so I guess you'd say it's a killer
If my life's a movie, I'm rank with the top ten thrillers
I'm above the game like I was a 59-foot damn pillar
Five-nine, still rocking sixes
Future showed me many glimpses
Come through on the moon, while it eclipses
I thought I knew your misses
Sent her many kisses
I can be very vicious
I got you all in my position
I have a bankroll, only 17 and I'm counting
Got over a thousand in a week, that's astounding
I write with a pen and my hands are still pounding
Only people I hang with are the hustlers surrounding
And I don't really gotta try that much
What you eat for breakfast, Captain Crunch
What's for lunch? Hawaiian Punch
Gonna use your toilet, hope you flush
I'm heading out now, we'll keep in touch
Every day I pray to the Lord for the fact that I got cut without a sword
Will soon hit the top billboards
If I don't, I'll bounce like bungee cords
But only to my accord, I will reap the best awards
I hear a lot of talking, I'm like nada zip
Like ice cream but got no whip
Got no hands but sure got lip
Kinda like a comic strip
Stain the floor from my big drip
Make sure you don't trip and slip
You mistook me for some sissy soft punk
But I'm a certified hunk
No time to debunk
When I'm offering up spunk
Keep talking that junk
Leave you sprayed like a skunk
Hit the damn gas tank while I was driving
Not surprising, in fact exciting
Explosions everywhere, I switch my clothes, get to disguising
Here comes lightning, horrible timing
It'll be the dead of night and all you hear is me in my room praying
Day in and day out, cause I am not playing
I dream of the day when I'm able to say
Got five gold chains swaying
But for now I stick to the beats cause I stay slaying
I'ma keep portraying how it looks for a young man to go hard
And that should go without saying
I'm living my best life, I'm so cut no knife
I just flow so nice, I'm in paradise
I'm using Grim Reapers, Scythe as a mic
Watch your back, you never know when I'll strike
I take all the girls that I know that I like
Told that girl that sometime soon she's joining the hype

Written by:
Schneider Thermidor

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