Common Cents ft. Armani Abomb Lyrics

Yeah

Uh-huh

My shit's legit

My shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin'

My shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin'

My shit's legit

My shit's legit

My shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin'

'Cause yo my shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin'

I ain't in this game for a necklace, nor fame

His name got Xed from the guest list

Chains and the rings I'll give to my brethren

Slay the rap game ABomb that's a death wish

Bless with raw talent

Doubt any should mess with

If tried prize for trying contestants a med kit

Seconds away from fuckin' up the booth setting

Invading rap residence

From broke to heaven sent

Surpass competitors

Lightyears ahead of them

Destined to rule all indefinite

Cursing these wack rappers

I'm savior to the game

Now let us pray

For this funeral is God's fate

Sense fake in handshakes

Now please hand over what's rightfully ours

Or like this tape, seal your fate in less than an hour

Before I had 50 cent

I knew I had power

Back when I heated hot water to wash pretend its a shower

Then a beginning penman

Novice sniper on a mission

Carrying a lot of shit like a diaper on a infant

I knew that I was different

Insisted on sentences

Structured perfected

Patterned rhythmic

Intellect elicited from an intellectual indigenous to land stolen by white man's hands, Privilege, and ignorance

Diligent, talented, blessed with this gift,

Penciling swift, in effort to never give up what a lyricist is

A holy message delivered with this stint

Flow is conditioned in mint

Outta sight rhymes, close your eyes or be blind

Don't try to squint

Like my teeth made of flint

Tongue made of gasoline

My sixteens keep it lit

Hotter than brimstone or ya chick tryna forget home

Four shots later her forehead at my hip-bone

You afraid to admit you too hip when she get home

Now you see why me and monogamy don't get along

'Only joy from my D deep in they entrails

I see why my relationships dont E-N-D well

So M-O-B is how I prevail

Only time can tell

So they so say, I'm banking on beating the odds

More than being a GOAT since my talent a blessing from God

Biko and Abomb is like Magneto meeting Zad

Lyrics lit at a brighter lumen

My music meant for the stars

My nigga, I'm just saying

My shit's legit

Yo, nigga, I'm just saying

My shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin'

The ruggedness, lyrical terrorist

That's why I'm, in the kitchen cooking noodles for dinner

But the grind on the rise because I'm destined to win it

I'm tryna put the family in villas

Hella acres to kick it

I just gotta turn my game around execute on my pivot

Distribute igloos in lyrics

The coldest shit people listen to

Listen two times

To fully take what I'm given you

The truth wrapped in Garcia Vega

Placed in the booth

Poof

Magic happens

I'm standing here as living proof

Minimal is the box that most rappers fit into

I light a square and space out on the beat

Keep that on the loop

The team like Bush in '02

We sending in the troops

Tryna to turn change for transfers

To keychains for coupes

That means working til we tired

Shit pass out

I'm spitting like I'm crazy with the rabies flow mad wild

The styles out now

They ain't new

Like clam chowder soup

Or niggas in the trap who stay trapped without a power move

Then fail or fall short of the bar like most niggas do

'Cause common sense is change

A dollar never amounting to

Nigga

Believe that

'Cause yo my shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin'

My shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin'

The ruggedness

The ruggedness, lyrical terrorist

My shit's legit

My shit's legit

My shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin'