Rap Maestros

Blaow!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!

I got no time to be chilling
I go to the studio, pick up the pen and the pad
Writing too much and the pen might explode
As I change up the pace and forget what I said
Rapping so hard, ended up called the Maestro
And go outta space and gon' changes into astro
Cursing too much and gon' turn to a bad boy
Kiddy, the Kidd and gon' play with the bad toys
I got no time to be chilling
I go to the studio, pick up the pen and the pad
Writing too much and the pen might explode
As I change up the pace and forget what I said
Rapping so hard, ended up called the Maestro
And go outta space and gon' changes into astro
Cursing too much and gon' turn into a bad boy
Kiddy, the Kidd and gon' play with the bad toys, ayy

Got you on board like white chalk and you listen
To the flow and niggas asking why I'm persistent
Got this from the sky and took a flight to visit
To the top and looked at how you fuckin' living
Too bad to little niggas who have lost it
I got drip and there's a leak in the faucet
Remember when you told me that I am lame
But I'm back and these niggas taking too long process

I got no time to be chilling
I go to the studio, pick up the pen and the pad
Writing too much and the pen might explode
As I change up the pace and forget what I said
Rapping so hard, ended up called the Maestro
And go outta space and gon' changes into astro
Cursing too much and gon' turn to a bad boy
Kiddy, the Kidd and gon' play with the bad toys

Yeah, little boy he my kid, he my jit (Uh-huh)
Put his ass in the past, like my bitch (Uh-huh)
Talking tough, his conclusion a ditch
Three days later his body start stinking
I guess it's too late, 'cause ain't nobody help him
I got money on me, with this muddy in me
So it's making it harder to count it
Face that shit, I'm not running around it
I get big deposits, money notifications
You don't even know what that sound is (Yeah, uh-huh)
Pour a pint for good cause, it's problems (Uh-huh)
Goofy boy said he know us, like what's that about?
Pussy nigga stop claiming my partners (the fuck?)
On his block, getting high with my partners (it's true!)
They ain't do shit, but they had some problems

I got no time to be chilling (the fuck?)
I go to the studio, pick up the pen and the pad
Writing too much and the pen might explode
As I change up the pace and forget what I said
Rapping so hard, ended up called the Maestro
And go outta space and gon' changes into astro
Cursing too much and gon' turn to a bad boy
Kiddy, the Kidd and gon' play with the bad toys, ayy