Size 12 Tims

I'm with that bird eye view Airborne with the craft that is known by few The news hovers around that I had paid my dues The bruise on my skin ooze the creed of no excuse Now I yell bonsai Every word that I spit must've heard my cries And amplified, all my battle cries Was gone for a moment but I'm back Woah, ain't no one wanna fit in these boots Woah, size 12 Tim's on the loose Oh Lord, y'all finna squint your eyes when I bring a couple nukes And I'm walking all around like I'm Kim Jong Un Yall can't fit in these shoes I ain't got time for excuses All these niggah be mad confused enact the proof That I got some loose screws Lights out ok Every niggas claim they move different Its plain stupid the same usage of flows they love is not exclusive My pupil dilating when word oscillating the cons of being an artist is that they always love whatchu doing Great Now time to switch up my philosophy Honestly everybody saying that I'ma beast Ain't nobody want the beef if they looking to feast Hate to say it but I'm really here to trampled on your belief I just came in this game with a big stomp, size 12 Tim's like I'm Jai's Mom Laughter fills the air, it's a sitcom Till my whiplash covers whole the room, enact the truth that I came banging on my chest like I'm King Kong I'm 20 now, I hope that I'm making sounds Fastening up your belts cuz the roller coaster is in town I hope the money invested is a Merry go Round But I'm goliath up in this....I ain't hoping around I leave my haters with a crucial concussion And your liver and stomach reacts to the food in oven Your body shut down in minute from the flows in the dozen The symptomatic is I'ma go get it even when my blood be gushing In any case, I should watch what I say Cuz people be watching every one of your moves and your plays Well then watch, I got nothing to hide Nothing in disguise Matter of fact, I abide to all of y'all watchful eyes