"felt like rapping 2" lyrics
I don't need an introduction, let's cut to the chase
Ain't shit changed besides a little scruff on the face
I don't leave a single crumb, there ain't enough on the plate
I should put a flood warning, get your gutters replaced
The willpower of a reigning champ
I don't have an off-season, this is more like training camp
Get the repetitions in, watch the game enhance
I don't need your record deal or your lame advance
I stay solid like a block of cement
If I ever spit a trash-ass verse, that'd be a shocking event
That's like your landlord telling you they're dropping the rent
It ain't happening, full potential, you ain't tapping in
I went ahead and put away the weed and booze
I been staying on my Ps and Qs
See, I don't really shoot the breeze with dudes
Hear the microwave music and it's cool, but I'm sick of eating freezer food
I guess the mission is a Michelin star
Let's make it shake like a homeless person begging for a tip in they jar
Ain't no fillers, I ain't skipping a bar
Going back to when I used to freestyle, I'd sit in the car
Remember? Classic shit, this is craftsmanship
It's a glory road, wait 'til the traffic hit
You thought it appeared overnight? This ain't a magic trick
I'm talking way, way back with Nick
We used to burn CDs like trees, we would slang 'em in the dorm room
Tryna pitch the music like ideas in a boardroom
Ain't nobody listen, but I knew I'd flip the score soon
They sleeping, barely get up before noon, you kidding me?
How you sitting idle, let the cash flow stop?
Add a little flavor, that's Tabasco sauce
Throwing out lines like a Bass Pro Shop
Go and keep it coming, know the mans don't stop
I been going hard since Dreams and Nightmares
Feel it's in reach, see my dreams are right there
Shit I sacrificed wasn't cheap or priced fair
Reaching new heights in this life, and I ain't scared
To take this motherfucker where I needed to go
Keep dropping, it's like a heavy seqson of snow
They keep watching
I ain't got a reason to slow down
Intentions loud and clear, I ain't speaking in code
I had a head full of brain fog, heart full of hate
Off the trauma that I faced, cut through me like a chainsaw
I was lost, then I came back, I'm a trained dog
Still here putting up the shots, check the game log
One for the money, two for the show
Came back hungry, two hundred flows
Filling up the venus like two hundred rows
Bring it back and double it, two hundred more
Made it this far off of talking the truth
Ayy, sombody tell flex I'll drop a bomb in the booth
That's a layup, watch me put the ball in the hoop
So much weight on my shoulders, need to call a masseuse
They only in it for a quick check, go and get your quick sec of fame
'Til the wave pass, then you sitting shipwreck
I'ma put the music on my life, that's a big bet
Type of flow to turn your head, leave you with a stiff neck
December weather cold, this a spectacle, homie
Pack a full house, ain't talking Danny, Jesse, and Joey
Leave a footprint like walking when it's wet and it's snowy
I'ma be here for awhile, start getting to know me, motherfu-
Ain't shit changed besides a little scruff on the face
I don't leave a single crumb, there ain't enough on the plate
I should put a flood warning, get your gutters replaced
The willpower of a reigning champ
I don't have an off-season, this is more like training camp
Get the repetitions in, watch the game enhance
I don't need your record deal or your lame advance
I stay solid like a block of cement
If I ever spit a trash-ass verse, that'd be a shocking event
That's like your landlord telling you they're dropping the rent
It ain't happening, full potential, you ain't tapping in
I went ahead and put away the weed and booze
I been staying on my Ps and Qs
See, I don't really shoot the breeze with dudes
Hear the microwave music and it's cool, but I'm sick of eating freezer food
I guess the mission is a Michelin star
Let's make it shake like a homeless person begging for a tip in they jar
Ain't no fillers, I ain't skipping a bar
Going back to when I used to freestyle, I'd sit in the car
Remember? Classic shit, this is craftsmanship
It's a glory road, wait 'til the traffic hit
You thought it appeared overnight? This ain't a magic trick
I'm talking way, way back with Nick
We used to burn CDs like trees, we would slang 'em in the dorm room
Tryna pitch the music like ideas in a boardroom
Ain't nobody listen, but I knew I'd flip the score soon
They sleeping, barely get up before noon, you kidding me?
How you sitting idle, let the cash flow stop?
Add a little flavor, that's Tabasco sauce
Throwing out lines like a Bass Pro Shop
Go and keep it coming, know the mans don't stop
I been going hard since Dreams and Nightmares
Feel it's in reach, see my dreams are right there
Shit I sacrificed wasn't cheap or priced fair
Reaching new heights in this life, and I ain't scared
To take this motherfucker where I needed to go
Keep dropping, it's like a heavy seqson of snow
They keep watching
I ain't got a reason to slow down
Intentions loud and clear, I ain't speaking in code
I had a head full of brain fog, heart full of hate
Off the trauma that I faced, cut through me like a chainsaw
I was lost, then I came back, I'm a trained dog
Still here putting up the shots, check the game log
One for the money, two for the show
Came back hungry, two hundred flows
Filling up the venus like two hundred rows
Bring it back and double it, two hundred more
Made it this far off of talking the truth
Ayy, sombody tell flex I'll drop a bomb in the booth
That's a layup, watch me put the ball in the hoop
So much weight on my shoulders, need to call a masseuse
They only in it for a quick check, go and get your quick sec of fame
'Til the wave pass, then you sitting shipwreck
I'ma put the music on my life, that's a big bet
Type of flow to turn your head, leave you with a stiff neck
December weather cold, this a spectacle, homie
Pack a full house, ain't talking Danny, Jesse, and Joey
Leave a footprint like walking when it's wet and it's snowy
I'ma be here for awhile, start getting to know me, motherfu-
Writer(s): Jerry Zajac, Julian Hecker
