Reem Da Illist - Lost In Thoughts (Outro)

Wait
Woah

Tell me who the hottest in the building
After the release of my tape
I'm poppin, just did a double album
And I'm coming back ready to slay
People who talk they fake
I'm just getting lost from stars in a Rafe
And I might get a headache from writting
Too much fucking accurately lyrical lines in ya face
No I'm not talking bout you
Sike I lied
Coming at all of you fools
Trying my best not to spazz
Because when in rapping
You know that I will embarras your ass
No I'm not like these rappers
They like that shit identical
Listen to my pinnacle
Cuz I'm kinda full of the critics
When they be acting cynical
Then on my dick when I drop and make a hit
But never showing love
Because they know they a bitch
Man that jealousy hit
Just did a quick show
Only a lil toke (N, I'm)
Provoking views from the media
All of these comparisons it's embarrassing
Tryna get likes on Artic's, wikipedia
Stop the Criteria's
For I go delirious, do you feel me?
Minimal taste of what hate put in my belly
Woah
No I'm not capping
Been in my bag lately, I been trapping
You can ask all my brothers, so what's happenin?
Talking bout Mair, Tahir
And Matthew
Fuck it, I'm passed you, uh
Just got a mil from my album, uh
Also recorded so many remix's
That you would think I was a robot
I am the terminator
So there's no escape
When it come to this rap game
This rap shit, they been quit
They didn't fit in my vicinity
So I'm kinda like the pops of this bitch
Hollup real quick
Do my dance on em, playin beatbox
You know RDI fuego
I got some big fans up in other states
Tryna see my candlelight vigil
I got a question
Why don't you write all ya own shit
Don't you wanna be original
Than be labeled kid too predictable
Oh you just wanna be famous
That shit is pitiful
Pen is hell of full of paper I waste it on
Like ink
When I'm rhyming betta leave on the sink
I'm in my Token bag, hopsin bag
I'm just kidding
No brag
I'm being me
Use to be the young quiet kid
In the back of the room who don't speak

Lost in my thoughts
Thoughts in my mind
I just be ripping shit all of the time
I'm open minded
Up in the stu
Winding the microphone
As I recline
Bitch, no I'm lying
Why would I do that
All of yall phony's are foes
No chit chat
I'm like the Arkham Knight of the street
Feeling deciete
But God of the beats

Killing this beat
I am the spark that caused the storm
You wear a mask
Like it somehow became the new norm
That's last year shit
Listen
Imma wait patiently till the day I make it
Move my ghetto out the ghetto
I say goodbye never hello
Never sinking like quicksand
They the devil
Uh

Yea
Ayee, hop back in

Lost in my thoughts
Thoughts in my mind
I just be ripping shit all of the time
I'm open minded
Up in the stu
Winding the microphone
As I recline
Bitch, no I'm lying
Why would I do that
All of yall phony's are foes
No chit chat
I'm like the Arkham Knight of the street
Feeling deciete
But God of the beats

Written by:
Karim Whitfield

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