PAST HAS ENDED

What you think?
Mmm, mmm
Yeah, I like the way this, this, this going, man
I can, I can have some fun with this, shawty, haha!

Ayy, let me hit 'em with that gone, gone get 'em
Make 'em feel it in they bone, be like, "Damn, I'm on that rhythm"
Like a hem and whatnot, tease up with Little Shaq and No Doubt
Boy, we rock, easy money in the pot
My kids scooping up the change, I forgot
Get bumping hard on every block, I'm
Here on the track, give you non-stop
Hip-hop approved by the flock, put them hands up when I see a cop
Too much going on, never pop, zoned out and haters by the flock
Oh no, sin is here, dog, I'm finally out the dark

You can meet at any park, rap dark, boy, I'll eat you apart
The truth of this thing is my bumping, bumping hard

Ooh-wee, when you hear my sound, I'm so down, love the clown
Gotta hunt, two of the dogs all around, no doubt, just a frown
It's nothing personal, it's just the king, flip, twist
I wear the crown on stage like, "How you like me now?"

All that past is a waste
I'm trying to build a future as I live it every day
Never too good for the taste
But you sitting on your talent be a waste
Don't need it all, folk, just a taste
All that past is a waste
I'm trying to build a future as I live it every day
Never too good for the taste
But you sitting on your talent be a waste
Don't need it all, folk, just a taste

Ain't where you from, it's where you at
I rock the crowd on any stage, concrete or rubber mat
Pure raw, sauce shake on them hateful, mic around my neck
I plug it in and watch your boy go worldwide with it

Wait, flip a million ways, leave your
Mic looking like it need like better days
I don't play, hardcore born and raised
Getting up my middle finger, even if I get tased
The truth hurt, a bullet through more than gray cells
Since the fifth grade, I knew what I was
I'm coming through your speaker, blazing out, nothing but love
Like yo, a broken wing dove sent from way out, rain from above
Strike it, and when you hear it, you like it, boy, I'm so likeness
With rhyme, style is micus, I'm a go-getter

Even if I'm blind, I write raps in braille
Like Helen Keller, nothing but stellar, got the godly together

Twenty-four wood grain, all leather

All that past is a waste
I'm trying to build a future as I live it every day
Never too good for the taste
But you sitting on your talent be a waste
Don't need it all, folk, just a taste
All that past is a waste
I'm trying to build a future as I live it every day
Never too good for the taste
But you sitting on your talent be a waste
Don't need it all, folk, just a taste

All that past is a waste
I'm trying to build a future as I live it every day
Never too good for the taste
But you sitting on your talent be a waste
Don't need it all, folk, just a taste

All that past is a waste
I'm trying to build a future as I live it every day
Never too good for the taste
But you sitting on your talent be a waste
Don't need it all, folk, just a taste