Anticipation 3 Lyrics – Legible
Singer: Legible
Title: Anticipation 3
I’m bout to begin
A new chapter, looking cloudy and dim
These new rappers, chasin clout from a trend
A loose cannon, i never know what my mouth will emit
Count me out if she only f#ckin down to be friends
Now i can vent
It’s been a f#cked up year and i’m about to take it out
On rhyming sounds to rage and pout
I light an ounce to face the doubts inside the clouded brain i drown with pints of crown
And lately i’ll be writing down what makes me proud
Then i get fed up and locked inside this frame of mind
Stuck debating rhymes
I pen my greatest lines but still feel i’m wasting time
I think about the place i wanna take my life
And i don’t see a ton of hope in the things that i attain to find
But maybe i’m on a negative decline
Think i need to roll this 8th and let my focus gain a laser sight
This music sh#t about the only sh#t i got
I been workin for a year on some projects and they got different songs
And different vibes, it was time to prove you b#tches wrong
I’m pennin lines, pencil grinds only to piss you off
Livin life, in my prime, so i hit the bong
To get inspired, b#tch i’m fried, and we on to number 3
Anticipation, and you can’t dare to escape it
These b#tches stare in amazement
I made it clear i’m not scared of you faggots
I got derringer aimed
At the f#ckin mirror that i’m facin
Think outside the box like a pair of new j’s i’m-
Going off, every single track, it’s my protocall
Open palm, hit you with a slap, strap leave you like a
Bowling ball
3 holes in your back, treat a snatch like
Blow up doll
Isolation bout to f#ckin show you all damn
Ion got time
Anticipation 3 b#tch ion got time
I ain’t got time for no fake b#tches
I got a goal set on makin it
I take a wrap put an 8th in it
Blazed-wait
Ain’t been the same
I heard a couple of disses and that sh#t was average but this one is taking the cake
The paper i chase
Is stackin, this ain’t a hobby
Came with a posse and they keep asking me why are you cocky?
b#tch i’m allowed to be
How are yall rappers? you dont even sound unique
Layin verses and don’t even know how to read
Smoke off the balcony
So many horses my porche is the cavalry, whip it around the street
Catching these bodies i think i need counseling
Dont respect boundaries
I eat a beat, run the track to burn calories
Body a feature then mix it like alchemy
Can’t even count to 3 and i’ll be right behind you with the strap
Sendin off, many shots, semi bark blast
Rip a thong, hit it raw, finish on her back
And every song slaps
My head is off track, better give a dawg dap
Got a b#tch on the line it’s 10 oclock, better call back
Skin’ll crawl, pickin off scabs, better get involved fast cause
b#tch i’m so gifted with the flow switches
Almost prolific, i was born with it, if you diss a song you got no business, get your head gnawed off like no rhythm, sh#t is bone chillin, i can blow a zip in like 4 minutes, and i’ll leave the scene with f#ckin no witness
Takin punches gotta roll with it
Pull up to the club in a gold benz
Drop your whole pension
And i drop a g eazy i got no limit
So specific, blowin kisses, go to prison
Send a sub i’ll blow your system
On the track in pole position
Lay a verse or lay some adlibs prolly wouldn’t know the difference
Go and diss my flows and writtens
Like corona victims
And i’ll load the pistol
Cause i’ll go and dig
A hole and put you under 6 feet no social distance cause i been a
Bad b#tch
Lay down some adlibs, still makin classics
This not for practice
b#tch on the mattress, she’s just for practice
Slip on a magnum
Rip off the plastic
Feel like a savage
f#ck in a palace
I dump out the ratchet then lick on your b#tch while i tounge me some acid
I’m flickin my wrist cause i just got a patek and yall in a casket
I go by l-e-g-i-b-l-e
Yall pathetic
Just awful competitors
Off of my head i will off all you peasants
Don’t talk to me regular
Soften my pen? i think the f#ck not
Tend to buck shots
Imma juggernaut
Get a lunch box for my head i’m incredibly off of my rocker
I cop me a dog, man look at my pedigree
Im on a grind,, the past is ahead of me
I’m taking time, my rhyming is heavenly
Maybe a little psychotic, sippin narcotics
Tipsy i’m on a million yachts wanna
Sixty nine on a sexy dime
Wanna end my life? better get in line imma
End all you rappers with venom
Just catching a rhythm
You know that i’m f#ckin the nastiest b#tches
They actual-
Damn
Why tf the f#ckin beat cut off
We so effin cold we give eskimos extra clothes man
Isolation
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