Rubicon by Wiley
(Verse)
I don't pet, I bring on a set,
Going so hard I gained the respect.
Respect is mutual, the same I expect
When I give you high provide the chain on my neck.
Give you high, provide a fool of a pain, no,
I'm from a cancel block, I did a lot now.
I make weaves of a big ol' attention
How I do that I'm big at the temper
No king will ever go untested, it's way toss the mic I am arrested.
How we handle things that you requested
How we came as provide the questing
Everything from anybody you might offer.
Set a marathon, pac, they were off, they rock off,
I'm not a block of sins I drink till I get there and I block
You're a good acting it off till it off
And it hurts like a furnet you're after,
You can be the told of this, you're not down you say
Hold to the hood and give product to that
Who me a king, that's a product to that
Ain't no thing that could give to that
Have all my business into that, to that, to that.
I walk in like crew disagrees, I'm my POG for everybody in the scene.
Stay ol' free, cause I was poppin with the dream,
Now it's a reality popping in a weave.
You do grind but stop you when I pleave,
Go to the gym and I feel like poke you when I leave,
Mind full stop you when I leave.
Don't ever sound sloppy on a beat
I'm in free and I mean I'm for it on east
I could take one E one toss you to suffer me by east I'm more.
If I munch to intertwear the beat's unsure,
Ignore that if you wanna elevate higher
Cause for you no got love's achier,
I didn't get hero but that I won't last
Put so many years walking through fire.
You will get hype then you get far cause you still try
Who you fan type, who you fan's life.
Me I'm just an MC inside the right
I do it for real, that's why I'm still firing.
I could bring a monkey and align it,
That's who I am, I'm in my own gums and I do my own aiming
I'm just screaming boss like I ain't got a life
Got one first thing but I ain't got a wife through danger,
Blood, I could change while hype.
They flicker in eye, I set the flames more bright,
Game isn't tight, the aim isn't right.
I roll like a comet, I came on a fly,
You can have it, I'm the scene on a mic.
So I can't go fast and blame on a mic,
Don't touch, it'll burn your hand like a stove,
I'm running put roots when I say that I'm standing in groove
I can handle my role even though I know I ain't no random abroad
My hand grows cold, that's right for it, I'm right for it.
Test me, I set you a life for it,
Spray can, I'm ready to spray ann
I believe in myself, I'm ready to spray anger
Twenty at my best and I will put twenty to the test.
And I leave with twenty and I less pick twenty at arrest
Even that again, that's forty.
Just twenty at a best, I'm stepping on stones,
No bad bones in my body, but I got star stiffing on clones,
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