All Mine

Look at the flick of the wrist
Look at the chip in my tooth
I was twelve when I first caught a fist
Now I throw hands in the booth, to tell you the truth
A little cash wouldn't be the worst thing
So if you would just loosen up them purse strings
I'm in pursuit of happiness clapping tracks with the truth, uh
All I see is wackiness the packaging has to be proof
A catalyst with hella aptitude for visual aesthetic
Captivating masses, rhyme schemes chock full of message
I ain’t cocky, I heard confidence is key
Busting doors up off the hinges with the weight of my speech
Just wait and you’ll see
Ain't no second coming of Lauryn
I got bigger hills to climb, no disrespect but it’s my time

They keep telling me I'm timeless
Steady calling me your highness
Because it’s mine, it’s all mine, it's all mine
Yeah it’s mine, it's all mine, it's all mine
Mama asked me why I'm stressing
She said baby get your blessing
Because it’s mine, it’s all mine, it's all mine
Yeah it’s mine, it's all mine

Turn up, turn up, turn up, we so lit-lit-lit-lit
Shawty leaning like the syrup getcho fi-fi-fi-fix
Mix the purpose with the furnace, gimme that beat below my sternum
Worship service save the sermon, that's my shit, that's a hit
Kickin' dust up
'Cause I heard Ivy Sole be the spontaneous combustor, microphone trucker
Only bars when they discuss her, come straight for your head, just might concuss ya
So come correct or get your luck up, you numb nut
Word around town is real rap is on the way
So forget what you was looking for tomorrow 'cause today
We dodged the devil for twenty four, hoping we see many more
Handing beats to first forty eight, feeling great

They keep telling me I'm timeless
Steady calling me your highness
Because it’s mine, it’s all mine, it's all mine
Yeah it’s mine, it's all mine, it's all mine
Mama asked me why I'm stressing
She said baby get your blessing
Because it’s mine, it’s all mine, it's all mine
Yeah it’s mine, it's all mine

See I was in the Chi, I was feeling quite the opposite
Sippin' on a vibe, like water for chocolate
Approximate release date looming, heart rate booming
Tryna figure if my mom would let me have my own room
Then I resumed the campaign, but I ain't pressed for your caucus
I don't need votes or elections, I'm a descendant of Rawkus
Y'all rappers talk us to death, nary a penny to show
Barely a song to your name and yet you flex like a pro
I ain't got press at the moment but yes my presence it glows
Applying pressure to the wounds that I deliver my foes
Y'all should consider dying slow, wouldn't wanna miss the come up
I heard winter be the season for preparing for the summer
What a shame, what a bummer, you thought you was next
You got less drive than a Hummer on cinder blocks I suspect
My ten toes tap tempos none can match but I
So when ask me for the time, I can only reply

That it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine
Yeah it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine
Yeah it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine
Yeah it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine, yeah