With This One

Imma make these haters scared with this one Might shoot these haters dead with this one Might paint the city red with this one I'm only 20, show you I'm ahead with this one My presence sweeter than them rolls and bread on Christmas My mind lucid, my pen ruthless I'm the youngest out my city, but the truest The only chick I know ain't rappin' like I'm clueless Cuz the truth is, I'm kinda feelin' like the blueprint Feelin' like I'm bout to drop a pipe bomb, yeah Feelin' like I shoulda been a cyclone Got that tunnel vision, so I'm always ducking pythons The game in my hands, so I'm gloved up: Nylon Supa ready, LadyK ain't wasting no time, no beats Lyrics heavy, so I'm gone shine wit my speech Gotta take my time, gotta ride the rhythm Ball so hard, I'm courtside wit this one Workin' so hard, my eyes red like crimson Trynna get that check so my wrist can glisten I can change ya life if you choose to listen Cuz jus like lasik, baby I can change ya vision Imma make these haters scared with this one Might shoot these haters dead with this one Might paint the city red with this one I'm only 20, show you I'm ahead with this one My presence sweeter than them rolls and bread on Christmas Bouta turn the heat up, ion need a thermostat I always beat the beat up, I don't see nun wrong wit' that If you got beef, I bring it straight to where ya momma at Hop up out the bed, I'm running straight to where the commas at Cuz I know my worth I'm a gangsta, been the same since the day of my birth It get dangerous when you coming from a muddy lil turf Before I'm famous, gotta grind and pull myself from the dirt Gotta love that Love my family, so I place nothin' above that From Outwest where they jus look for where the love at Ridin' pass the junkies, see 'em look for where the drugs at Within' I could take it back to simple times like Rugrats But for now, I know I gotta stay focused Can't let my future past feelin like I'm hopeless Rap because I love it, but I hope they notice And I know that God is in control cuz he wrote this Imma make these haters scared with this one Might shoot these haters dead with this one Might paint the city red with this one I'm only 20, show you I'm ahead with this one My presence sweeter than them rolls and bread on Christmas Back up in the lab. Yeah, I'm back up in the factory Put these bars together like Picasso do a masterpiece Back in the day, all them haters used to laugh at me Now they think I'm rich, so they asking for the cash from me But I ain't got it, ain't no time for the foolery Want generational wealth, and some jewelry Used to gettin' it out of the gutter, so this ain't new to me Stickin' to the bread like I'm butter This mula glue to me They tried to pull me down, but they was jus wasting their time I never battle rapped cuz I hated wasted my rhymes These rappers can't compete, I'm better than them in my prime It's such a tragedy, I guess lyricism a crime I guess lyricism a crime