Riddle by Isaiah Keaton Lyrics
Gun shots in the public
The way we grew up was fucked up
I almost said fuck it but deep down knew I was gon be something
I got her trippin like luggage
Your shorty, said she love me I dubbed it
Too much money to making
So I’m running
While ya fuck niggas really out here taking the bus
In other words, ya waiting for something I’m dangerous I’m under pressure
To produce something this music comes with a lot of stressing
But this is all I ever wanted till my soul take an exit
I could feel it in my arteries no-one is hard as me arguably
Top five honestly I got thеm filled with animosity
Modestly I’m sonically who your favorite rappеr try to be
Could you sponsor me
As a fan, give your heart to me
Like I give it to ya, committed to ya
I could’ve died but I’m living for ya
One of the realest shit I ever wrote
Ya music’s like a heavy boat
The label gon ship it but the digits never float
Im hope for the ghetto folks
Mixed with Makaveli flows
Packed in section 8 like why the fuck we in sections for
This kid is something special yo
Yeah, I said this gift is such a blessing yo
Check it
Now from the ghettos to the college
Country folks and the tropics
Ignorant and the conscious
I’ma have them singing my shit
Its water from the fosit
Drink it or stay thirsty
I got them the rappers nervous cus they know that they can’t top this nigga
And I’m only twenty, wait till I turn twenty one
Twenty two, twenty three
Imagine what I’ma be, feel me?
The way we grew up was fucked up
I almost said fuck it but deep down knew I was gon be something
I got her trippin like luggage
Your shorty, said she love me I dubbed it
Too much money to making
So I’m running
While ya fuck niggas really out here taking the bus
In other words, ya waiting for something I’m dangerous I’m under pressure
To produce something this music comes with a lot of stressing
But this is all I ever wanted till my soul take an exit
I could feel it in my arteries no-one is hard as me arguably
Top five honestly I got thеm filled with animosity
Modestly I’m sonically who your favorite rappеr try to be
Could you sponsor me
As a fan, give your heart to me
Like I give it to ya, committed to ya
I could’ve died but I’m living for ya
One of the realest shit I ever wrote
Ya music’s like a heavy boat
The label gon ship it but the digits never float
Im hope for the ghetto folks
Mixed with Makaveli flows
Packed in section 8 like why the fuck we in sections for
This kid is something special yo
Yeah, I said this gift is such a blessing yo
Check it
Now from the ghettos to the college
Country folks and the tropics
Ignorant and the conscious
I’ma have them singing my shit
Its water from the fosit
Drink it or stay thirsty
I got them the rappers nervous cus they know that they can’t top this nigga
And I’m only twenty, wait till I turn twenty one
Twenty two, twenty three
Imagine what I’ma be, feel me?