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phenom - foreign native (intro) lyrics

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(hah)
(hah)

ay, what’s good?
it’s about time you came into my neck of the woods
everybody coming through, realizing what is new
from everything else in they neighborhood
where they grippin the grain and they sw-ng the wood
candy paint, color changin and bang ya hood
push keys of the cane, sippin drank, ya could
but my sh-t ain’t the same. can’t complain. it’s good. (what i’m saying is)
i’ma always say that i’m a texas boy
till the death i’ma rep this boy
nevertheless you can bet i’m the freshest up until the day i’m breathless boy
not a single one of y’all would expect this boy
to be blessed on the mic, but a wreckless boy
how can i put this? try to p-ss on me, bet i’ll intercept it boy!
so versatile. i got verses of words for miles
observe what you heard coming from that third coast cracker serving the purest style
so smooth how i maneuver while, other rappers are straight up manure piles
there’s a few that i’ll listen to. i’ll jam, but the rest are in true denial!
b-tch you can’t rap. (rap, rap, rap)
one of your friends should’ve told you that
see me, i ain’t holding back. just know that whatever i do, you ain’t close to that
your path’s a dead end like a cul-de-sac. (like a cul-de-sac)
i’ve been asked why i don’t spit like these trap rappers where i’m from
real sh-t though, because it’s whack!
calling me a savage of rap. this track is madness
bout to learn who you f-cking with. take cl-sses
can’t see me even with your gl-sses. bout to burn the rap m-sses into ashes like that! (that)
on a mission, with a cause and i’m stopping the opposition
flawed with contradictions
i got what hip hop is missing. sit back, watch, and listen. (watch and listen)
can’t stop the rhythm. you ain’t hard, you as soft as a box of kittens
some of y’all are fraud, a facade, oh my god! a broke broad that squats over pots to p-ss in
causing a lot of drop outs. you keep going, i applaud the optimism
after dealing with bull sh-t so many years, i’m trailblazing like scottie pippen, you know!
take cover, your boy is about to blow
ain’t no telling how far i’ma go, but you gots to know that i’m finna be on a roll. (roll, roll, roll, roll, roll)
it’s my turn! listen and you might learn
tired of failure, bills in the mail i can’t pay, thinking that i might burn
dumb hoes thinking they can play me
get cut off so quick, it’s crazy
hear my music, say, “it’s amazing!”
wanna spread they legs and then have my baby
other local rappers that hear my style pretend like they don’t like it
don’t deny it! b-tch, if you could do this, then my style you would bite it!
hit em with the hah! (hah hah)
hit em with a mid west flow so raw
with a texas twist. so obsessed with this, understand this legend will not fall
sad part is, i’m just getting started. already better than y’all
want that lyricism in this again, then i’m the one you should call
ignore the basic
i’m know i’m good, but there are those who are born to hate it
y’all go ahead, explore the same sh-t. i’m too dope to the core to make it
don’t expect me to make poor arrangements
i’m bout to hold it down for my town like you’ve never seen before
b-tch, welcome to foreign native! (hah)

homie’s safe. made it to the territory where grinding is your nine to five and success is your bonus. yeah, i know you heard those cop cars. and where you from, everybody a fake star with galaxies of jewelry on and not a pot to p-ss in. but me, i believe in miracles. i believe in our little lifetimes of existence we all get to see phenoms. in this case today, with the soul of hip hop and understanding it takes a team to win, and dedication is a requirement. knowing that people will call you lost in the society where dreaming is for beds, and ambition is something way too unfamiliar. we can toast to knowing that we gave everything we had to this craft. to all the homies we’ve lost, and all the sacrifices we all made to our idea bigger than ourselves. i’m proud to represent the native from the land of the double cups. where everything is bigger and better. nothin but artists. nothing but heart. blood. tears. and to this dream, where family can relax, and you tell someone you were doing the work you were meant to do



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