snoozin'

Yo
Shouts to Tom C. on the beat
This is uh
Just some fun shit that I wrote in ten minutes

Got the bars, no question
Straight Chef Curry when I cook, No Stephen
To me, if you smart, don't worry
Don't stress it
Pigeon hole rappers never seem to get the message
That your boy been carrying
I'm a B-A no Barium
Attack it so fast I kill him after I bury him
I'm living like Larry and really it's embarrassing
If they book the kid you check him out, librarian
See, Atlas never falter when he spitting rap words so
Atlas would assault ya' if you get it backwards-Wait
Atlas; that's salta if you flip it backwards
No wonder these salty rappers gone ghost Casper
And I don't give a fuck
Saying that you better is perjury
If you haven't heard of me then fuck it give me thirty weeks
Way I nip and tuck with the [?] is surgery
So matter fact
Give me thirty seconds with the words I speak

This is that new shit
Bring it back music
Kill the track, loose lips
Speeding past cruise ships

My alarm going off on snoozing
Alarm going off on snoozing

Got the flow, don't doubt it
This is bragger rap, I turn a bump into a mountain
Watch 'em stagger back, ink spewing like a fountain
Homie got the talent, hit me up if you scouting n' shit though
I don't care, this is relaxation
If bars were beers then I'm three past wasted
Got bars for years like career badge rankings
Graduated top in my class in ass-spanking, yeah
I'm the I'll-est can't deny it like the Holocaust
Hit the bottle now I'm lit, that's a Molotov
I go good on everything like some hotsauce
Eating Hagen Das, chilling on the promenade
Get some hot and cold
Never fit the awkward mold
Fuck it I'll be running shit first like I got the gold
Too sick, nobody can cure me like the common cold
But I think I've said enough
Gotta go

"Ya"