All Mine - Ivy Sole

Look at the flick of the wrist

Look at the chip in my tooth

I was twelve when I first caught a fist

Now I throw hands in the booth, to tell you the truth

A little cash wouldn’t be the worst thing

So if you would just loosen up them purse strings

I’m in pursuit of happiness clapping tracks with the truth, uh

All I see is wackness the packaging has to be proof

A catalyst with hella aptitude for visual aesthetic

Captivating masses, rhyme schemes chock full of message

I ain’t cocky, I heard confidence is key

Busting doors up off the hinges with the weight of my speech

Just wait and you’ll see

Ain’t no second coming of Lauryn

I got bigger hills to climb, no disrespect but it’s my time

They keep telling me I’m timeless

Steady calling me your highness

Because it’s mine, it’s all mine, it’s all mine

Yeah it’s mine, it’s all mine, it’s all mine

Mama asked me why I’m stressing

She said baby get your blessing

Because it’s mine, it’s all mine, it’s all mine

Yeah it’s mine, it’s all mine

Turn up, turn up, turn up, we so lit-lit-lit-lit

Shawty leaning like the syrup getcho fi-fi-fi-fix

Mix the purpose with the furnace, gimme that beat below my sternum

Worship service save the sermon, that’s my shit, that’s a hit

Kickin' dust up

Cuz I heard Ivy Sole be the spontaneous combuster, microphone trucker

Only bars when they discuss her, come straight for your head, just might

concuss ya

So come correct or get your luck up, you numb nut

Word around town is real rap is on the way

So forget what you was looking for tomorrow cuz today

We dodged the devil for twenty four, hoping we see many more

Handing beats to first forty eight, feeling great

They keep telling me I’m timeless

Steady calling me your highness

Because it’s mine, it’s all mine, it’s all mine

Yeah it’s mine, it’s all mine, it’s all mine

Mama asked me why I’m stressing

She said baby get your blessing

Because it’s mine, it’s all mine, it’s all mine

Yeah it’s mine, it’s all mine

See I was in the Chi, I was feeling quite the opposite

Sippin' on a vibe, like water for chocolate

Approximate release date looming, heart rate booming

Tryna figure if my mom would let me have my own room

Then I resumed the campaign, but I ain’t pressed for your caucus

I don’t need votes or elections, I’m a descendant of Rawkus

Y’all rappers talk us to death, nary a penny to show

Barely a song to your name and yet you flex like a pro

I ain’t got press at the moment but yes my presence it glows

Applying pressure to the wounds that I deliver my foes

Y’all should consider dying slow, wouldn’t wanna miss the come up

I heard winter be the season for preparing for the summer

What a shame, what a bummer, you thought you was next

You got less drive than a Hummer on cinder blocks I suspect

My ten toes tap tempos none can match but I

So when ask me for the time, I can only reply

That it’s mine, it’s all mine, it’s all mine

Yeah it’s mine, it’s all mine, it’s all mine

Yeah it’s mine, it’s all mine, it’s all mine

Yeah it’s mine, it’s all mine, it’s all mine, yeah