I Can

I can feel the game, shining on me Shining on me, Shining on me I can feel the rain, Flying on me Falling on me, Calling on me (Yeah) I’m not saying Im best But Ima give you a new placement tho Put the fake ones in their beds In a greenhouse where my haters grow Don't be stuck ina box like the rest, You flexing money i encase it woah Pulling hundreds out my chest, I just express it in studios I grow like black willow, Take y'all to funerals They bark tiny hounds, I feel like Rococo More sounds than stereo, Dive in like torpedo I am the undertoe, Take flight with under tones Soon on the radio, Spitting im guanaco I don't need megaphones, Just gotta let ya know I make my bread alone, Potholes are welcome home I got a stupid flow, I Make the golden glow grow They kill them selves before they in the race, I am just Juliet Faking my death and awake and then im gonna change the end My music is never dead, I am forever ready Always get stuck in my head, Rush in like I gotta getti Be so blunt that they could smoke the truth You don't flow so I don't f*ck with you I Will rap until Im black and blue So gimmie a plan whatchu gonna do Working at wendys for years taught me to push forward I just cut competition that's why I don't cut corners I can feel the game, shining on me Shining on me, Shining on me I can feel the rain, Flying on me Falling on me, Calling on me (Easy Lee) I do, I do Hanging in the bayoo, Chillin wit the mangoose Mansoon lagoon, Pop 2, volumes Hop to, Gotchu Vibing like you Kayoo Eyes blood red No trippie. Slurping on that Drank no sippin Most of yaw tripping Most of yaw brag bought how yaw Living Got new bands on, but holes In yo children. Brand new bag, no dinner Brand new Dad, this winter Most of yall rats like splinter straight facts Im the apex, Spit raw dawg no latex This is, The Season of the rigid intution Jesus imma need you that you are with me Imma need a to make a couple hard decision Im the number that aint come with all the digits Im the product of a system That sits there and listens to the Vision And tells you whats missing And whats realistic. Then tells ya that your ignorant Only idiots do it different And just to keep on wishing This is the matrix Catch me different locations They busy waiting for greatness Im busy plotting for paychecks I came to body the bass hits Im tearing up people basements I'm dropping a couple bangers And blowing away the basic Gucci gang gucci gang All these raps the same tho Quit the discussion, they Not even in my lane though You watching me, Clocking all these insane flows But I aint got the time Im too busy chasing rainbows Raincoat, Rowboat, Game coach, Slo mo Focus on me when, I flo tight, flo right In the scene, Im scheming This dream is all mine