Текст песни Once in a Lifetime - Neal R

Once
I just wanna rap it
Make it hard to get out of like sap it
Button of destruction, I just tapped it
Make it happen in a blink, zap it
Outta nowhere, even behind ya
Wrap it all up, christmas present
I wonder why they hesitant
Own everything, living example
Keep it long but short
Pack so many, they take it to court
Lines so hard to sort
Just follow along, it's just like a sport
Radio MC's like tees
Hit em' out like "Four"
Put me on the double tour
Core swisher, quad score
Ride the beat like a pony
Decline the offer, fuck you sony
Chocolate boy, call him tony
Faggots come at me, they phony
Please, hit me up on the phone
I'm dryer than a biscuit, more bored than a scone
Stop leaving me on the message tone
You liar, stop being a crier hone
One hit, there's more of that
The lyrics that I spat drat the cat
Give em' pats on the backs, for that their fat
Lie on this beat, but it ain't a mat
Thunderstrike but it's always winter
New Leaf, but it's wood so a splinter
Silly String green like a minter
I still got empire goals, kinder
Everything is an adventure
Jungles everywhere, Life Deluxe
But who gives a flying fuck
Homework showing up late to a potluck
Whole cookie, gold less than a half
Steak young, meat is a calf
Wizardry, pass me a staff
They baffled, give a nervous laugh
Call me the joker, a glock spoker
Play the devil's game, the game poker
Spit the fire, burning like stoker
I'm ozone bitch, I'm a choker
Like
He's a keeper
One sweeper
Can't help but be a peeker
Slap the fuck outta you, i'ma beefer
Tribe leader, a real chiefer

Uh
I just wanna rap it
Make it hard to get out of like sap it
Button of destruction, I just tapped it
Make it happen in a blink, zap it
Green on your mind, rap on mine
Diamonds deep in this shit, you will find
ATL, spell it, it ain't hell
The smell dwells, like it tells
The new worldly possessions
Make people do confessions
They like "Take em' to be sold at concessions"
Give you some rhymes like it's a convention
Can't stand the liars that get to spying
Trying to catch me highing and sighing
I'm still on this shit flying
Y'all silly bitches fake crying
I'm outta battery, plug me in, Psych!
I'm always golden shiny powered like a Pike
Punch you out, I'm Mike Tike
Spike the 4 wheeled questioned trike
I still don't need a studio to go crazy
Hazy and lazy in my closet, it's still shaky
My mic so dainty, spittin' rhymes till I'm fainty
Dim white lights all day with the bright painty
Gravity ain't the problem, it's only you
Holding you down, making you frown
Fuck all that, you are your own person
I'm only the person to realize that first in
Studio man, in his can
Pan me all around the sand
I go everywhere spanned
Unsigned but I got my own brand