Bumper - P.O.S

I take my time with it

I take forever, so sick of work and that clever

Let’s skip ahead to the next

Pushin' my own limits

I make it better

Ain’t no one touching my future

Ain’t no one fuck with my old shit yet

Ain’t shit inspiring since last we met

Can’t forget that Doomtree crew got style

We spit that space cadet

That dumb that make that place forget

They worry

Let they reason wiggle clean

We coming bent with a smooth criminal lean, on some

At ten a pack might as well resort to robbery

While rappers try to act like they labels advance 'em money still

And acting rich in a shaky and fake economy

Might make the indie kid at the awards show snatch a chain and peal

Yeah!

They front so hard them fuckers

They can’t even look in my eyes

Nah

They on some nonsense, we on some nonstop!

Simply put 'em on some over it, underwhelmed.

Cigarette

Bark at some fully afflicted nerds trying to mixed martial art me

Shit.

Can’t go two blocks

All you do is win, huh?

Boner jam, spam, let 'em spar with that?

I’mma lash at 'em.

Animus cannibal, pugilistic I spit

Future unwritten, let my pen wrangle it

Manhandle nonsense, Can’t fake away your fangs, sucka

Lean but you don’t stand, past to fade, cause you can’t hang

I came to play, I came to rock

I came to stay, they came so soft

Can’t look away, my rock is off

Out the box, in your iTunes, out your mouth

In with the next shit, out like a getaway car

Yeah!

They front so hard them fuckers

They can’t even look in my eyes

Uh

They on some nonsense, we on some nonstop!

Yeah!