Gifted (Radio Edit)

Gifted （Edit ）-N.A.S.A.
Hey eh
Im known for running my mouth
I will not be accountable for what comes out uh
I dont know I might of said it
I was kinda gone and light-headed
My jacket kinda fresh bright red-ed
And as usual my pants tight threaded
It seem like everybody dress tight now
And I just want my credit
Dont get it twisted or dreaded
I am the king and will not be-headed
To the mall no time soon brethren
Being broke made my head hurt
So I need the bread or an Excedrin
Thatll only get my engine revvin
While yall on ten Im on eleven
Imma make the news be on at seven
Matter fact Im on this very second
Im in first and yall in second
And this verse only add to the freshness
Call to the club tell em add to the guest list
What you think?Way more b**ches?
I can never be to big for my b** ches
Yall mutha f**kas know who this is
Im gifted Merry Christmas...
Merry Christmas
Im armed with pens
And I got my rhymes
Whatever comes Ill write it down
So knock me out
And shoot me down
With mics in hand
Well stand against the test of time
You dont know my mind
Like I said a thousand times
I try to stay ahead
Know what Im fighting for
I leave you to your talk
Never seen my kind before
And youre all so thick headed
Follow and I know I led it
Part of me wont me quit
Wont let me just not say sh*t
So much there to be bored with
Cant be still I cant afford it
Try to hold it in but it makes me sick
So I spit it out say the hell with it
I dream it and I build it tall
Make a way for when it falls
Im armed with pens
And I got my rhymes
Whatever comes Ill write it down
So knock me out
And shoot me down
With mics in hand
Well stand against the test of time
Im armed with pens
And I got my rhymes
Whatever comes Ill write it down
So knock me out
And shoot me down
With mics in hand
Well stand against the test of time