What I'm Bout Lyrics

Spiraling mind and I'm back on my grind, taking a sip of the lime

Tryna realign so I'm harder to find these day at the back of my mind

Are many lessons that's equal to weapons of mass destruction defending the rise

Of all the messengers here with no effort I guess it don't matter who spitting the rhymes

Everybody fake these days

Fake it till you make it been mirrored so much the reflection done got cliché

Niggas treating rocky hoes like Rihanna ASAP had to call the DJ

Told him, Mr I'm too distant here for all the dissing so please pon the replay

I ain't even hear a word she say

Okay lil momma just chill, you ain't all that if I'm keeping it real

The name is MAGZYY, give a F how you feel

You prolly don't know the name yet but if I keep this running I promise I'll run up a bill

I'm tryna reside in the history book next to Stevie and Cooke not a how on a hill

Cause relaxation breeds hesitation and I can't wait just to be another kill

You're either the prey or the predator, nigga don't you shoot the messenger keeping it real

Off of the way that I paint on a paper my face should be on every Kwacha bill

So give to Cesar what belong to him, who said paying attention was a free skill?

21st that's the birth, 20 plus on this earth

Till I'm back in the dirt, they gon' know what I'm about

Classic ish ain't no clout, when I drop ain't no doubt

From the north to the south, they gon' know what I'm about

I don't play, I don't what, Gotta leave 'em in the dust

Make 'em shhhh, it's a must, yeah you know what I'm about

Namaste that's enough, innovate what I want

And I put it on my pop, yeah you know what I'm about

Yeah you know what a Nigga about

I don't blow loud but I'm hanging on clouds

Try take a shot and I'm laying 'em down

If you want a feature I'm saying it now, a hearse for a verse is the traded amount

Nobody close to the cadence and sound

They hear a song and I'm making 'em wow

Yeah I'm a dog I'll survive in the wild, them pussies get me aroused

This the originals now, oh you're elijah I feel like I'm Klaus

Vampire diaries route, I smell the blood better throw in the towel

You can get killed in a bout, turn you Apollo Creed if you fight 'nother round

21st that's the birth, 20 plus on this earth

Till I'm back in the dirt, they gon know what I'm about

Classic ish ain't no clout, when I drop ain't no doubt

From the north to the south, they gon know what I'm about

I don't play, I don't what, Gotta leave 'em in the dust

Make 'em shhhh, it's a must, yeah you know what I'm about

Namaste that's enough, innovate what I want

And I put it on my pops, yeah you know what I'm about