Passionate Uncommon Natural Skills

Yeah Check Clears throat Killa PUNS Let's go I been on it for a long time Overtime, homies let their vision go They gone blind I had to chalk a lotta bodies out I've drawn lines Lotta people faking who they Claiming to be online Do it for the vine Do it for the fucking gram Cut me off the book once you find out Who the f*ck I am If you ain't ever tryna see me win What are friends Every time I put my foot down I get the upper hand My shit is public though, yeah You're welcome, come again Nothing like a bunch of fronters Saying that they got your back Say you hate me to my face That's considered not as bad Being someone that you ain't I always see a lotta that And I been non-stop dropping tracks Ever since Poppin Tagz Go ahead and get your search on Check the tube I knew I made the right decision When I left the group And I been on a solo tip And killing every move Talking to myself like I'm happy you're a better you I decided when I had this me to me talk I don't buy the hype I ain't someone who could be bought With all the brainwash Keep my mind cleaned off How much do you think that it cost Having free thoughts They designed a system set to influence But I never give em power To affect how I do shit I just need my mom, my girl And my pets and my music And my boy Bodman with me Every step of the movement Yeah Gotta keep em close Cause they opened up my eyes Everybody else wanna cut, hoping for a slice They been drowning out the truth In an ocean full of lies And they wanna see me Switch like controlling a device That remotely is a nope So the no is emphasized, hoe Go and hit rewind if there's Something you ain't catch If you're tryna play me, stop That's a button not to press I been moving forward So I'm fast to cut off your cassette Your whole channel getting canceled bitch It's nothing to a tech Mute the negative cause being positive is fun I've accepted I got haters I'm intolerable to some How could you be mad at somebody As modest as they come It don't make no fucking sense Like a dollar, I'm the one I block it out when in doubt Til obstacles are won Put an end to nonexistent til impossible is done Like a passenger who doesn't lie I'm honest and upfront When I record, I make history Chronicles of PUNS I'm not a fucking bike, bitch I'm never gon be too tired Gotta stay awake I got things I gotta do prior Shout out to the ones connecting To my message through wires If you hate me though You need to get a grip, use pliers Killa