Question Of The Year Lyrics

Question of the year is if I still be making music

Honestly they can pace with me

That's way two different movements

Call it confusion

They slander my name for viewings

The average person is suing the market

I'm steady using my tool

Stay ahead of the game

I choose

Chess is the game

My move

They live for the fame

I loot

No respect for the gang

I shoot

There ain't no rules to this

All hell is breaking loose again

They desperate for my bruising when giving the game some food again

If Liric is dropping

That's hot on topics

Hit 97 with rockets

I'm never missing my targets

Stop it, drop it like microphones

You need more of a hyper tone

Like that moment when you stopped the engine but your lights still on

They not out here making music for a killing

They do this shit for a living

Til' they end up going missing

The definition of hard writtens, scar driven

Ignoring the butterflies inside and start ripping

Rigor mortis that's your god

He died without a vision

I'm tripple eyed you see the fire desired living

Been awhile since my last drop

Still issuing pad locks, til' my last stop

I'll be spitting for the have nots

They don't know what it's like them lonely nights

You fight, to get it right

Write, study and recite

Ignoring daylight you saving

I'm saving banking and craving

He must have got me mistaken

I ain't never been the patient type

If he ever hated me I probably took his bitch

Or flipped this shit quick and turned it into some combo shit

I'm never selling me short

This ain't no sympathy sport

My music pop like a cork

Drank out the bottle, of course

I just wanna be one of the greatest ever

Under no measure

I feel pressure built to last forever, go gotta, getting feta

Never price the leather, dictate the weather

Emotions won't get the better

So whether you feel offended

I'm sending them shots again

I'll box em' up made of tin and send him home to his friends

If they real then send em in

No discrimination

When demonstrating this tongue of greatness, bashing lashing on your favorites

And he ain't tryna be famous

Kiss my anus

Spin yo playlist

I'll sprint a mile while you pacing

He outta line with them statements

Too early to talk Abatement, my hook is baiting the nation

My voice they choice every station

Nigga what you playing

They killing me and it's clear to see

This was meant to be and it meant for me there's no matchup matching my energy

So now the album dropped

Amplifying cars and blocks, speakers pop

No seatbelt, nigga they need this bop

With the breathing tops

Whips the color of cheetah spots

There's too much weed on the scene for meet and greets with cops

Everybody knew the question of the year

For people that's scared to ask, here's a track for your fears, here

Damn