not really

Lyrics

, now you never get old if the flow stays timeless, this is the utmost now for his highness, he is the plus though to all of my minus, hope i touch souls like a brush and a stylus, so when i bust flows i hope that rhyme is, like a punch to the nose burns a hole in yo sinus, and then it goes to take the crust out ya eyelids, and it hits like a tidal wave to crush all your islands, plus they rush into violence, so me and gc we like paul into silas, been gone a whole lot of time and, but i ain't even old just got a whole lot of mileage, cue up the violins while i survey the landscape, i ain't even worried what ya man say, man makes plans but man makes the plans break, that's why most y'all ain't even worth my handshake, i had to learn to make the plans wait, then crack it open like a clam bake, so even if i'm older than my fanbase, all of this is god ain't nothing of it man made, oh you got a big car, nah man not really, oh your a big star, nah man not really, you do a lot of drugs, nah man not really, bet ya pack a lot of guns, nah man not really, i asked him what you want a verse about he said he wanted murder, massacre the instrumental till your name gets heard of, give them that original i ain't talking wurthers, synonymous with the hip hop like in and out with burgers, follow suit thought my career would go further, next up a whole generation of turner, what you drive what your bank account worth bruh, where you live do you pop out the burners, no sir i'm a 9-5 worker, spent my life searching just trying to find purpose, give em bars like they trying to find service, and inside every verse tell them life's worth it, does that mean that i'm perfect, not close but the difference is that i'm working, backpack rap i ain't talking hershel, this is heart and soul follow the flow to the church is, oh you got a big car, nah man not really, oh your a big star, nah man not really, you do a lot of drugs, nah man not really, bet ya pack a lot of guns, nah man not really, man hold it this microphone's a pulpit now, gold is back competition start folding, what's in me greater than what's in you, with these razor sharp rhymes that will cut your crew, convictions the reason your uncomfortable, the honest truth is i ain't gonna front for you, i'm coming through backed up with a hundred troops, this old school veteran with some new recruits, like the camouflage squad scuffed timberland boots, my god's more powerful than the guns you shoot, yeah i been in your projects and seen the proof, these angels of war camped on the roof, and i'm telling y'all cats don't take it as a joke, cause right about now man i'm half past broke, for those that think i'm in the booth flapping my jaws, best believe it's the truth that i'm rapping for y'all. oh you got a big car, nah man not really, oh your a big star, nah man not really, you do a lot of drugs, nah man not really, bet ya pack a lot of guns, nah man not really,