USPS ft. Darkomusic Lyrics

Ayo, I push the envelope like USPS

Who that? T.S

And yeah I know them boys just dropped, but I don't feel like goin' through that BS

My crew up, we next

Throw the deuce up and jet

I'm due my respect

Niggas wanna come for me but you not no threat

I lit up the fire then I blew out my stress

I don't mean a sweater when I say my crew at your neck

Ain't nothin' y'all can do 'bout the set

Iller than most, realer than most

People hear my lyrics and they get the feelin' of hope

I really should be worth a billi cause I'm really a goat

Why does it matter if you fly when you sittin' in coach?

I think a lot, sittin' in my whip, hittin' this roach

More than I'm willin' to post

Because unless it's through the music I'm just not the type to be spillin' my feelings to folk

As for as verses I don't know which one the realest I wrote

They ride waves, I don't get on the boat

I'd rather sit on the coast

Givin' em quotes

To last for eternity if they happen to murder me

If you got this in your speakers then I'm happy you heard of me

If you haven't heard from me it's 'cause I'm stackin' this currency

These rappers be urkin' me

'Cause if we talkin' talent, they ain't half or a third of me

And that's a whole fact

I rap with no cap

And I master flows, ain't a single track I hold back

You haters gon' have to hold that

I know I'm great, don't need a platinum or a gold plaque

It would be cool though

To my get kudos

Until then, I'm kickin' new flows

So go and tell everybody that you know

I'm out of this world, I'm on Pluto

Or Mars like Bruno

I should be next to the stars

Because it's somewhere in the sky that I'm settin' the bar

Where I'm headed is far

Never let the game let you forget who you are

I'm at a point I feel I could hang with the best of em all

Like it ain't a question at all

The way that I put together the bars

They be like "damn, every record is hard"

I deliver every time like my rhymes was on Amazon prime

Had to get my stuff in order though

I do it cause I love it, it ain't for the dough

I thought I was out and they pulled me back in, I feel like Michael Corleone

Like yeah, I heard these niggas poppin' but they corny bro

To OGs tell me that the game is so backwards

The hypebeasts say I need some radio smashes

But you can ask my city they would say I wrote classics

So how you gon tell me that I ain't the whole package

I push the envelope like USPS

Who that? T.S

And yeah I know them boys just dropped, but I don't feel like goin' through that BS

My crew up, we next

Throw the deuce up and jet

I'm due my respect

Niggas wanna come for me but you not no threat

I lit up the fire then I blew out my stress

I don't mean a sweater when I say my crew at your neck

Ain't nothin' y'all can do 'bout the set

Knockin' at ya door

Heard they want some more

Tryna get the bread

Tryna get the dough

I just wanna blow

I just wanna grow

Heard the money call

So I say hello

Knockin' at ya door

Heard they want some more

Tryna get the bread

Tryna get the dough

I just wanna blow

I just wanna grow

Heard the money call

So I say hello