Description

One-Stop, Hip hop, Medium tempo, swagger, tough, raw, gritty, urban, rap, heavy, hard, Male vocals, beats, string stabs, percussion, synth, Detroit, Michigan, United States

Lyrics

From the upper room, to my mother’s womb Something moved coming soon the summer of June But it was five twelve, when I cracked the shell After delivery grew to deliver like package mail Here go my two cent, here’s my music Some of us really love it who really do’s this If you don’t understand, I’m so over you I’m so over it, the truth is over due Its over, I’m overstating again, and slaying the man Then I’m saying amen I’m back again Like the first again the first amendment like when I first begin I don’t pretend, ambitions to be the best rapper Naw I just wanna be the best man, not the one next to the groom and the pastor I’m probably way passed you with questions I asked you Are you the slave or the master? Now this is how the story goes, and this how lil me gone flow The sun gon’ shine whether it rains or snows And spring time coming baby we gon’ grow Now this is how the story goes, and this how lil me gon’ flow The sun gon’ shine whether it rains or snows Yup! And spring time coming baby we gon’ grow Hands in the air, wave em like you don’t care Hands in the air, wave em like you don’t care Hands in the air, wave em like you don’t care Hands in the air, wave em like you don’t care Hands in the air, wave em like you don’t care Hands in the air, wave em like you don’t care Hands in the air, wave em like you don’t care Hands in the air, wave em like you don’t care Spell it with a z Spell it with a z I go by the franchize Spell it with a z I go by the franchize Spell it with a z I go by the franchize Spell it with a z I go by the franchize