Gifted Youngstaz TrussOne on the production KDoe
Hey you know you fucked up now gonna let us get together on some old school shit
See my notebooks are known for having divine passages
Each line I drive the letters are all passengers
A lots changed since the days of flipping it
But I ain’t never swayed my displays are infinite
Stay conditioning
Dope beats and rhymes are consistent with
The bar and in most cases we lifting it
So you could try to ignore the fact
That on track I’m more like a quarterback
And everyone else is more than sorta whack
Fucking weak if you ask me
I wouldn’t even let these maggots speak if you ask me
And I ain’t holding nothing back either
You throw a noodle at me it don’t matter I’m spitting back ether
Supreme dialogue deliver the diatribe
Sentences are cyanide why even try to fly
You’ll see the ground quick like a plane with the engine out
Well I’m chilling sipping a non-alcoholic Guinness Stout
I spit it out for the people that want that rugged back
Them how about some hard core fans that really can’t fuck with that
Shit that I’ll just call other
Put ‘em through boot camp like buck, ruck, rock and starang wonder
No porno but you can call me a bang brother
Coming through portals I’m really here trying to say something
I’m really trying to put it all in perspective
To make sure that classic will always be respected

See this is the shit you’ve been needing
We stay hungry no rest we been eating
See all of the rest they been lacking
We get active bringing that real ain’t no acting
Whoever that test they gon’ get it
We spit it right one take boy no edit
We set it whenever it’s time to rock it
No doubt sink ‘em all eight ball corner pocket

Yeah people hungry for these lyrics they emaciated
KDoe satiated I could tell by the way she ate it
Golden Era integrating send your mind the second wave and
School your ass up on the speed like Mavis Beacon
I could show this represent fuck the POTUS
Peace is a reach bap bap police with donuts
Oh fuck I’m bringing the wisdom officially no fronts
See right past the money and women to see the soul what
Yo my style’s perfection
Not ambidex still a killer with left hands the best man
I’m getting it off the chest and no need to say the homie killed it there's no question
I’m more than capable a scapegoat for the hateful folk
Nevertheless a G.O.A.T. that’s bout to make them croak
And these arrangements they half hearted then estrangement
So I won’t be fucking with nobody until I made it
I crash landed here my family disbanded here
Land of the free and the home of gerrymanderers
I think we’ve had it goddammit lets take the planet back
Sitting on our asses when we know we could do more than that
Whichever endeavor I do it with fever see slipping I’ll never be careful delivery what yes
And that’s the Gifted Youngstaz
The homies tried to imitate they just got tongue twist
My one wish is bullshit will be done with

See this is the shit you’ve been needing
We stay hungry no rest we been eating
See all of the rest they been lacking
We get active bringing that real ain’t no acting
Whoever that test they gon’ get it
We spit it right one take boy no edit
We set it whenever it’s time to rock it
No doubt sink ‘em all eight ball corner pocket