Graffiti Murals

[Intro] Rapper Aich: I been elitist since a fetist Jump as high as Bron James in his two three jersey Young fresh kid tryna get over net like birdie Murts hat, chinstrap sweet chin music money Nah that sucked Alive Aich: Beat boxing Alright… That’s all you need to say Douglas: Yo, Yo cut that shit out Quit Damn man nobody wanna hear that shit Nah like he rappin’ [Verse] Emcee Emkay Got white chicks rocking MK bags Like I’m Kim K’s Husband at 21 Emkay Mic Kord At 23 I’m LJ forget a Mike Jord Paint a vivid picture with a stencil of a tongue Young son of a gun Son of a 45 So fly At necks like batwings on bowties Boaters be fishing to hook me Can kiss my buttock I sat and watch the game from the side Just waiting for my turn where my entrée and side I slide to second-guessing Wonder if I’m destined To put a ring on rap and have the Mic as a best man Back when Mikey was my best friend Playing Pokemon the gold one I knew life was an adventure Grades were like badges Evolving was goals son Write this letter to young Joey I owe one Grow, be the new age not the old one And the world needs a savior Use the Lord as a model Look up and be a bold one Look up and be a bold