Moldavite (Freestyle)

Young T-E-O the C-E-O
Cooking while I count my dough just like philo
Every time I drop one song I got 3 more
Big body whip big hair and big ego

I need that oat milk inside of my cappuccino
While I sing to my plants, one by one
And then I let my Moldavite go charge in the sun
I speak what I want first then I go get it done

You’ll learn more from defeat than the battles you’ve won
And if they tell you differently it’s cause they never begun
My job enjoyable killing rappers for fun
The whole city on my hit list my fingers is itching

Didn’t give a fuck before now they all wanna listen
They see the movement is moving but I just pivot
I’m seeing through it and I’m keeping my distance
They call me Mugen cause they know I’m infinite

Inside the studio is where I be living
I’m giving everything I got wit no guaranteed outcome
How come y’all can’t seem to grasp
That anything obtained without hard work won’t last?

My foundation, built from inspiration
Take two to tango, giving and the taking
Put me in your playlist, keep me in rotation
Bitch I’m getting turnt up, miss me with the fake shit

A lot of y’all got weirdo energy surrounding your aura
Before I tolerate that I’ll make you tap out, kimura
Not an informant but I gotta inform ya
I’m like that storm coming right before you getting the warning

They searching for me round the world like they bringing a warrant
Til I pull up in your city with the team and we touring
Exploring everywhere we never got a chance to see
I’m living proof you can manifest your destiny

Staying true to yourself is the recipe
I’m always blessed knowing others have less than me
My stress is free once my perspective shift
My Moldavite just finished charging, what a nice little gift

Put it on and I’m equipped meditating on cliffs
The type of energy I bring to the table cannot be dished
Pure innovation this is not pre fixed
And if you're imitating you just might be bitch

I’m just the product of being brought up and dragged through lava
Raised by a stay at home father and always working momma
I’m what you get when you cross reference Buddha with Amma
The brain that Tupac sparked mixed with the Dalai Lama

My state of mind's a state of zen that can’t be duplicated
Even if you read my book to its end
Magnificent with my pen reality is pretend
My dreams and imagination transcend dimensions

Tell me who fucking wit me? Not one of you in my league
The major difference is minor discrepancies
With the words that you live by, breathe and then speak
You the type, to hesitate to grab the mic after me

Your girl's a fan of me your man is a stan of me
Only thing I give a fuck bout in this world is my family, so I
I do a lot cause I need a lot
And even when I take a look down I could see still see the motherfucking top