Sour Grapes
Sour grapes make the greatest wine
Okay that's not a fact
In fact it's probably the opposite
I take it back
But it would make a nice metaphor if that was case
And In the case it is the truth
What do you make of that?
Fine wine
Drips from the lips of the god of rap
I drop hits
I don't miss
No one listens
I'm not pissed
And I'm proud of that
For some reason I like it when they don't follow back
Cuz they don't know what they missin and I am not attached
To the amount of plays I get okay I listen to a lotta rap
I know my time comin
Come on
I mean my minds built to rhyme
Every line's like a love poem
I love poems
That probably why tongue's strong
And if my tongue's strung out
I let my thumbs strum
How many guitar licks until the center of the dum dum
That's a fun pun man
I'm like one punch man
Come on
No one appreciates the greats until they're long gone
They hated Jesus they currently hating Bron Bron
But words don't stop trains
might be safer to get on
Sour grapes make the greatest wine
And even the greatest wine aint all that great
I sip colt 45
Colt 45
Sour grapes make the greatest wine
And even the greatest wine aint all that great
I sip colt 45
It cost 3.49
The best Mexican food I ever had
Was the cheapest Mexican food I ever had
Now Whenever I eat Mexican food I remember that
You give me an 8 dollar quesadilla I send it back
All my favorite clothes is thrifted
Moe's been gifted
Ever since Moe existed
And no friend ever said Moe's been distant
My notepad open Moe and his visions
My tracklist more like Moe and his victims
My fro is immense
And my flow is delicious
Gone go down as the goat
Please hold your predictions
Police put me in the hole and Imma blow up the prison
I don't hope I blow up
I just hope that you listen
And I don't promise you'll get it because I know that I'm different
Copious wisdom says I'm chosen but I know that I isn't
I put dope in my system and I put soap on the dishes
While Posted up over the stove whippin coke in the kitchen
Cobrai kai Colt 45 sippin
Afro Slimmin
Also know as Moses from the chosen religious
I keep the turn table spinning like I'm throwing the discus
And all my new homies know my old homies is vicious
They know not to get offended if they're cold and dismissive
Mirror mirror on the wall's calling Moses Narcissus
Just keep your runny ass pinnochio nose out my bidness
Because I'm known to blast off with the quickness
Blastoise drippin whole body fulla liquids
Wicked elixirs that I snatched from some Wizards
Who watched they drug stash slowly diminish
Mustache stroking ass bitches
Bust that open I'm flowin like Guiness
World record hold my beer for a minute
Or an hour
Or however long it takes
Going in without the breaks
Stomach fulla sour grapes
Sour grapes make the greatest wine
And even the greatest wine aint all that great
I sip colt 45
Colt 45
Sour grapes make the greatest wine
And even the greatest wine aint all that great
I sip colt 45
It cost 3.49
Sour grapes make the greatest wine
And even the greatest wine aint all that great
I sip colt 45
Colt 45
Sour grapes make the greatest wine
And even the greatest wine aint all that great
I sip colt 45
It cost 3.49