Who Guessed
Lyrics
Man these beats are sick software must be pricey
Finna get diamonds on my wrist that's icey
Spicy is how I like my meat on the grill
Thing is it's a bit of a sticky one still
But obviously you're gonna have to feel the thrill
Cuz spitting bars isn't really about having skill
And turning up the heat like I'm living in Brazil
Cuz I guarantee that this track will full on kill
These days people will do anything for clout
Do nothing in their life whilst they see me banging out
You heard me right might think of dropping out
Stupid is exactly what they're gonna turnin out
Man that was fast, might as well chill out
Man don't take no brakes yeah there ain't no doubt
Common man have you seriously not figured out
That I only rap on topics that I care about
Verse two gotta make it count
So let's speak on my bank account
I ain't never ever ever regretted this
Who guessed I would be spitting lyrics
Who guessed I would be working on hits
Who guessed I would turn out like this
Who guessed that I would reminisce
My past events and turn them into music
No disrespect but imma still chat
Yeah I'm not perfect but imma still rap
Express my thoughts with a little recap
While the eyes and ears would give out a free clap
Imma work on my beats, Imma work on my rhymes
The things imma do, I ain't wasting time
Imma stay up all night, there ain't no bedtime
Cuz like people say it's my time to shine
Its the type of things that they read about
Try to rap about things that you think about
An experiment that I try to carry out
To see if you relate so ill keep coming out
By coming out I mean performing
Getting you hyped instead of yawning
Waking you up instead of snoring
Get up Get up Good morning
It's a coma that you've been in,
Unaware about your surroundings
Out there are human beings
That are trapped in a box with their feelings
Got rid of all their vision
All the good they should be seeing
Instead their mind is speeding
With the evil that their feeding
Man these beats are sick software must be pricey
Finna get diamonds on my wrist that's icey
Spicy is how I like my meat on the grill
Thing is it's a bit of a sticky one still
But obviously you're gonna have to feel the thrill
Cuz spitting bars isn't really about having skill
And turning up the heat like I'm living in Brazil
Cuz I guarantee that this track will full on kill
Writer(s): Ziyad Kerai
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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