Allrounda Productions - Urban Legend Has It lyrics

(Intro) Fiendix! Urban Legend Has It Yeah! Come on! Let me show you how it's done! x2 Ugh! Yeah! Ugh! Fiendix! (Verse 1) Now I'm stuck in a purgatory Shining like the sun; they be testing me; this the best of Maury My clique is always connected; these n***as think it's a game Exposing my talent; hopefully it'll lead me to fame Catch a flight to Vegas, but before that I landed in Houston Music is my kryptonite; they ask me what drug am I using I manipulate the rhyme, make the best of all my time Leave 'em with they jaws dropped & I ain't even in my prime Rapping my hardest. I'm tryna get an opportunity Getting my parents & my sisters out this community My style sick! I never got the common folk immunity The fruits of my labor will be something that you could see They saying they could school me? Best believe I am the syllabus We are not the same. I am something called meticulous These n***as is s**ers! You know I gotta life save 'em Imma teach 'em a lesson & send 'em back to who made 'em (Chorus) I know when you looking in my eyes, you see something you ain't notice You be really surprised! Think they know me, but they don't Tryna beat me, but they won't And they know that I'm the king; they tryna get me overthrown X2 (Verse 2) But anyway though, in 2 weeks imma drop my EP Already dropped 4 tracks; that was just the PrEP Wa**up with these artists nowadays on they In N Out? Get lucky with 1 hot track, then they finished out I ain't gotta worry. Everything I drop is legendary People loving me, like it's the middle of February The good die young, but I'm still alive Put a X on me. I'm the example of Malcolm who will survive Rest in peace to Malcolm X, Martin Jr., Harriet Tubman All about the green, like I'm living in Dublin Walk the halls of high school; Channel View in the cut Many of 'em don't believe in me. I don't give a f**! Count the people that I trust in that school; one hand When the world ends, only thing left is this man Had to get dramatic on that a**; let 'em know I'm serious All about my George, but I never been curious (Chorus) (Verse 3) Tryna redefine what people of today think of a rapper I'm reality, you're fraudulent. You're fishy like a snapper Seem to me like intelligence really isn't so relevant Are you n***as really dumb or do you act up for the hell of it? November 22 is the ma**acre! You think I'm nice now? Upgrading my caliber! I gotta Win It All, on my Three-Fifths I was in a Bitter Love, talking bout imma Live Forever I'm the Don Dada, n***a I'm the top shotta Nickname could be Holy Grail, cuz I'm hotter than lava! Lunes to Domingo, I be on my bingo And I am a 10; you are clearly a cinco Beat rappers on a beat; they calling me punchline And your flow dry, mine juicy; punch time Won't see me when I'm coming; they calling me blindside Give 'em the hour gla**, cuz they running outta time (Chorus) (Outro) WOW!