OPEN MIC Lyrics

Okay might as well do something slight

Cause I aint spit in good minute guess I'll do something nice

I leave these rhymes up in your head like you fucking with some lice

They know the deal when I'm around you want a feature pick your price

We let the Black Benz pull up

That Black boy hop out

I Shout out to my uncle yea he told me what to rap bout

I used to rap about shootin gats but i let the straps down

I been knew I was raw if u can't see me u get smackdown

I'm back now

Yeah these people thought that I was fallin off

Now I'm bouta spit and make this a lyrical Holocaust

I been goin in from the start know that your hope is gone

Niggas think they can rap wit me so ima prove em wrong

Cuz I'm the microphone murderer

Who's never heard of ya

I get a beat and then I burn it up

My flow's absurd asf

Now I'm finna get these rhymes into ur skull

Get the bread and be the greatest is really my only goal

J Tru so effortless

When In presence of microphones

Lift up yo hands if you closing in to a milestone

The open mic started pushing I had to tag along

Left and right producers and rappers

Man this where I belong

I say a few uh's

And get my rhyming on

May do a little dance

And get my shining on

If it's a band or a beat nigga I'm sliding on

Lean back and observe

Just chill get your reclining on

21 and plus can't even get in

Then I showed them the maturity

That lyes in the pin

It sucks any shawty that it fucking with the boy

Gotta wait a little bit

To fulfill they joy

Uh I know they just

supporting they man

But it's funny the

Nigga younger so better then them

I gotta stew up a plan

And turn these niggas to fans

CID my mentor

Now let the story begin

Uh

They wanna know my purpose

It takes a lot more than rapping when I write all these verses

I'm just a person that's workin up to a different surface

Showing all my churches

I'm servin purps with the perks of rapper that's rappin perfect

Cause

They never seen a dude that raps so flawless

With a flow that's so nauseous that niggas keep taking losses

From the hand of the man with the plan that's never been cautious

Ohh give me a minute cuz I'm feelin exhausted

From freestyling rhymes and spittin all of these words

Know that I'll be the greatest it's just me waiting my turn

Is taking too long I rather earn the spot that I deserve

It's the nerve of people thinking I wouldn't ever learn

How to rap with a stern voice

Or make the right choice

It's nothing like it when you seeing all your dudes rejoice

I see the future me and J Tru in that Rolls Royce

Because we made it achieving greatness with all the boys

Let's give it time to let

Si simmer right through your mind

Remember the days we was so anxious like genuwine

We inner inner the winner mentality

On the grind

Was solo dolo till niggas say fuck it man let's combine

Dreams N Oaks what we come up with

Knew JP since 1st grade we was always stuck with

Visions in our head

Was concealed due to feds

Cause they taught us bout a million ways to make bread Uh

Our fathers never worked for nobody

So why would we do the same

We tryna copy

The legacy

So let it be

Looking

What's ahead of me

The looks

and charisma just came through

Heredity

That's just some clarity

To clear the air

This for my niggas a&t

Up in McNeil and Blair

Tryna get their degrees

Apply these skills to schemes

To climb to the top of the mountain

All for the dream

They know I'm not no BIG but man I've been notorious

Mixing apples and oranges

Really I just be scorin shit

Nigga this is my origin story of feeling glorious

Give me the ball I'm finna score it now we feel victorious

And We some warriors

Run with 1s like Klay Thompson

I've been the starter so the #2 is no option

Been stunned niggas like stone cold on rock Johnson

Hearin all the talk but now niggas is not responsive

Silence is loud

Make sure y'all good

Hip hop has been missing a duo

That's understood

We had to understand that really more means less

Had to study the game

It went from tribe called quest

Down to outkast

Why not us is what I must ask

Sure thing like Miguel throwing a bounce pass

So any label with a hezi in their bag

I suggest you crossover

To the Carolina brat

Brats look at where we at

The open mic when words come out

They start to snap

We rapping but let's not forget the message that's attached

The tongue is the sharpest sword

Ancestors I thank for that

Congrats pat on the back

So much left inside, between Joshua and jack

Two sons with a drive leaving marks on the track

Tired of being average niggas we just waiting for a stack