Set In Stone (7) Lyrics

Look no beat drop

My feet hot

Like cleats on Tyreek

Running up a hill

I'm running down on beats

Can't see stop

Momentum

At this point these songs don't take no effort

I'm electric with it static shock

But quiet like a Tesla

Gliding on these instrumentals

Tired of walking skip the leg work

My head hurt

From all this pain

It's calm cuz I could take the pressure

Diamond you could see me shine from Mars

I'll prolly break your tester

Breaking records with mixtapes

Rate me Drake for effort

Came in the game

With a chip on my back

Like I was Dame

This my season

And I'm taking bucks and taking names

If I try pulling back the reigns

I prolly break the chains

My horsepower three times a W16

Damn last night I was in my feelings

Woke up today

And felt like I might just lift the ceiling

Out of body experience my everyday living

Just listen to how I'm spittin

My body bag different

I'm tired of public transportation

Lettin women sit

Shit imma let em sit tho

Raps come together like the image on hoodies you zip for

And it's brick cold

Hold on let me switch the flow

My watch don't tick tock

It's digital

Bars is the opposite of minimal

Your bars is infinitesimal

Why I got a problem with these artists

They ain't hard as they pretend to show

So imma call it dysferectional

Pause I'm feeling spiritual

Mahgrib in my crib

They talkin but they ain't on it

Roll out the carpet thank Allah for my God gifts

I gotta walk with a bib cause I'm gone spit regardless

Remember that diamond bar?

Yeah the kid is flawless

Pink diamonds look like lemonade

Sip my mullein tea

I might put all the stars and planets into retrograde

Then pull my grandpa card and say it wasn't me

Holon don't anybody put in work no more

It's been a minute

Ain't how you start it's how you finish

Y'all focused on lookin like winners

I'm focused on winning we different

You want stars on your ceiling

I can't see a ceiling

So the stars who I chill wit

Each song they wonder who it is

Or they already know who it is

The coldest since iceman

If I creep on the beat then it snow with a light tan

If you wanna compete with me trust me you gon be hoed more than the old on the titanic

I'm like a night bandit

See me while she with her man and he might panic

But I'm a nice man

I'm not gon take her

I mean unless she telling me that you ain't suffice damn

Sike I lied Spy Kids 3

And I ain't know it but I'm type the guy

The other guy died

He had a nice lil try

That's my ego I shot him like Mike on free throws in the clutch

I keep it low

So please don't hold a grudge cause I'm still tuff

Don't get me fucked up

I won't touch you

But my demons might rush you and you gon know you fucked trust

But if I'm on my chi growth stuff

You'll see it

I don't think I gotta speak too much

Just know it's all really love

I'm set in stone like the concrete

That protects my home

My cypher small

Cause most can't smoke w me let it be known

If I showed you my true colors

And you tell a soul

I know you'd prolly steal my feathers

And talk head like it's yours

Peacock flows

Some niggas is just peacock hoes

Showin off for these bitches

With they peacock clothes

But I peep potholes

In the road in they flows

In the way they talk and walk

I see plotholes

It ain't adding up

Talking on the gram but can't bag it up

So real shit make you mad as fuck

I see too many of my peers

Stuck on others ideas of they selves

I'm lookin like that's bad as fuck

I told Granny it's crunch time

Superman and the sun's mine

I mean I'm black the best of luck

Eyes closed let it go how I flow

Mesmerized like shitting after thanksgiving

Yeah I know how it go

Just killed a fly

Cause that hoe got close

I grabbed that nigga out the sky and clapped

I thought I was hulk

Stood on ten but I broke nine toes

I stood on my business too hard I think I broke my floor

Woah

Ain't no hoes

Cause I know how it go

Why would I let you suck my soul

I'll just stroke my pole

I gotta stop it

It's getting out of pocket

Like when you out in public with the stiffy got a rocket

And hide it in your waistband

My mind is too logical for satan

Always knew santa wasn't real he just a fake man

Making reindeers fly

Shoutout Karrahbooo and Yachty

Concrete the gods