John Daniel - Peso (Freestyle) lyrics

I'm chasin them stabbed S's Me and progress got back to back addresses Never second to last destined, gifted cuz Im livin in the present Y'all some bad guesses when questioned best in session My bars are straight 7s, the rest can count blessings Far from a reverend, running far from your heaven Depending on who and what's pretending Can't claim their own invention, y'all patent pendin They're lending an ear, something like Van Gogh k**ing 16's this year, every line's a candle Chasing the Dratini, I'm tracing up the meaning A tray of f**s is leaning on a table worth your seating And you're fiending for the feeding, Deep as I Mobb No need for court proceedings, hi Caylee's mom Maybe I'm just dreaming, hello Mr. Cobb Maybe I'm no longer being, hello Mr. Jobs I stepped my game upwards, they can't stand me now Make their voice pitch upper, talkin' to these scared clowns ‘Til it's Chris Tucker plus a cracked out Danny Brown I suggest they hand me the crown I cause damage, do they listen? All lined up due to words like the Dewey system They do me worse cause I'm newly christened But the loony difference, I'm not losing prisons You're putting out tracks with minimal playback Silence all you cats like ASAP's snapback And to any up next, this your funeral, why? John Daniel, Roman numeral X-V-I