Baby Mural Rap ft. Legion Beats Lyrics

I found it funny when they ask me

Bout my Cyphers always rapping

IRL or jotting faster

Than Ayrton when he Senna track

To first place in Sao Paolo Laughing

Not crashing not Prost McLaren

My Formula One, Maggot

Not a loss I be attracting

Nor 5-0 copping a laugh

When I'm most wanted clapping

No getting caught cuz I can't

Be under arrest if I'm having

To skip sleep for a slapping song

Palming the pen no hand at all

Can't put a finger on it

Imma send you one flipping you off

Get 'em an index when I'm talking

Give them a synonyms for my bars

And they know points are all I got

Points are all I'd ball upon

Got Jay with an Em in his palm

Ether Renegades like it's Nas

Drawing a Blueprint to the top

While I blew prints out of the water

Cuz my building blocks were not

The ones they advertised

Now I feel like the tools I find

Get me screwed over every time

They speak to me and it drives me

To fill up my flathead with nines

Or get hammered until I die

I'm skipping nights

For the grind cuz I can't lie

While my opportunities flyer

Than pamphlets with pics inside

Of my idols idle highlighting

The struggles like my strife

Didn't make me fold right?

If I wrote rhymes

To pander to those who dislike

Then my career has a short life

Getting shotty like shells that might be

One Responsible for hyping me up

Getting pumped like Nikes I'd dump

When kicking my vibes

I Camelot every night

Around tables with my mic

They're excalibers that'll slice

Through the air and they might

Leave dogs and cats petrified

Performing songs live

Used to think that all my thots

We're not giving brain cuz their knowlege

Made me testy when I'd ball they'd fondle

Sending DMs often awful

Cuz boldness is all they font of

Under lines I'm jotting always

Ending sentences with K Dots

But ain't talking Kendrick Lamar

I'm a good kid in maad cities

Saying D-A-M-N, really

XXX, gets me tripping

Off of Johnny sins

Had to watch my clock for six shit

So when my hands strike spitting

It's like the 12 when they meant it

In my darkest hour I be living

Like Mickey dropping facts

Inside Lupe's Fiasco fam

This is my baby Mural rap

That You can't brush over or laugh at

I'm a superstar blasting off