Qaution, Yama - Could've Been Deeper Lyrics

This could've been deeper but you go drown in it
This ain't the internet you won't surf on this
This ain't basic this ain't your bitch
I'm in the matrix the youthiologist
I'm God's favourite the prodical kid
You know i'm racist
The all black genesis
I got the facts
This ain't no hypothesis
Secure the bag secure the bag get rich
I'm doing it with no father figure
I'm tripping on life and i'm sipping too much liquor
Just pay the price before they pull the trigger
My goons are hella hard they will never ever miss ya
Your girl a thot and i bearly ever miss her
She outta mind never ever in my thoughts
I'm taking shots you ain't khuli chana
You know its hella hot don't you touch my pot
Cooking.

The realist shit i ever wrote
The realist shit i ever wrote
But it could've been deeper
I'm not a kid i'm a goat
I'm not a kid i'm a goat
And it could've been clearer

Painting vivid pictures using verbal art
My voice like a paint brush when I'm about to start
Instrumentals are a canvas
The metronome pacing every stroke I paint the world on an Atlas
Invoke emotion like teen girls when they hit their cycle
At 23 haven't reached my peak I feel like Michael
Not Jordan but Jackson coz that's my idol
I set the bar so high smoking dope on the Eiffel
Tower
Dropping bombs these rappers scour
The globe searching for lames who believe they match my power
How sour
They battle me they wouldn't last an hour
My 16s like 16 bullets shoot like Bob Swagger
And it gets deeper than that
This is music from the soul so it's deeper than trap
This will make you fiend so hard addictive as crack
This will make you look average turn your future to black
I'm gone

The realist shit i ever wrote
The realist shit i ever wrote
But it could've been deeper
I'm not a kid i'm a goat
I'm not a kid i'm a goat
And it could've been clearer

Realist shit i ever wrote
Turn a wooden chair into a throne
Told ya i would never sell my soul
Why you busy buzzing up my phone
I'm not a kid i'm a goat
You could tell by this flow
I'm picasso in his zone
Painting pictures for the globe
Put your shades on vision too vivid
Nna ke blind but you niggas can't see it
Can't bite it nor mize It
Caught you red handed vibing to this shit baby
Now you niggas acting shady
The ain't no meaning so i had to flow with it
I'm in the booth and you chilling in your feels
You know its real and you can't deal with it
Midnight smoking when i'm chilling at the crib
I get richer when i make a fucken heat
I heard you stacking but your money tall as kevin hart