mar$ gram - holy key lyrics
[verse 1]
enter the mind of a young apprentice, i finally realized it’s my time to come with a vengeance, with every sentence i trust my pen is nothing to mess with, i said i meant it i love to spend it you f-cking rent it, my minds demented trying to hide my devilish ways, mentally i left em weak, i’m grinding all seven days, said you gotta know the streets, to open up better lanes, plus i got the holy keys, i’m locking up heavens gates, all i did was levitate to the statures i haven’t reached, the flows so holy that’s cause i grasped what the pastors teach, all these other rappers phony not practicing what they preach, f-ck having a chance to speak, i mastered a vaster speech, ima track catastrophe that’s what happens when i start rapping i attack it like its personal never merciful told you i’m versatile with the verses i’m surgical let nurses know they cut deep, throne is as high as a truck seat, i got money on my mind, not getting enough sleep, but i’m hungry for the hustle i’m ready to succeed, they just starving for attention, don’t even bother to mention that i’m starting up my engine, i’m balling up my aggression, then i let it out, feeling better now it’s been a while, leave em floating in the nile for knowing your in denial, get the files spitting bars till your locked in without a trial, running miles on the track while i’m flooring it like a tile, more than wild, i’m the golden child born to be a god, i’ll retire in my 20’s you’ll still more than need a job, clapping back with the mac i don’t mean applause, word to weezy these rappers is wack they all should be rapping in leotards, be a boss and a leader you need to put in a lotta work, chasing down my dreams the only time ima follower, i don’t need a twitter b-tch why would i reconsider to make an account, i’m out here making it count in figures, check my bank account, numbers never lie but men n woman do, told you i slowly improved the flow, do goals you couldn’t do, while you stay put ima try to put into the effort i treasure the records i’ll sever your head i don’t see good in you, i’m bad to the bone go ask al capone, if i catch a rapper jacking flows, that’ll be last time his -ss is known, wipe em off the planet now that we’re talking bout special cloth, i was never gentle i’m known to k!ll instrumentals off, what i spit in my written’s official lead, if you snitching for the feds, b-tch you tripping i’m sticking to this instead, i don’t second guess or lie, so stop with the questions, i, was destined to get this blessing i stepped in seconds time, when the pressures on the rise, yea that’s the moment i need, you see it in my eyes, i’m making opponents leave, the premises, i guess we’re sending em over seas, their never stopping my blessings i’m blessed with the spirit of the holy key
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