What?! [Remix]
Lemaire, Jaden Wakefield, Busty
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Yeah what, what Back up on the remix, let me flip this beat be hitting hard, it might just leave ‘em with slipped disk Penning every lyric, recorded and then I mixed it Spot solidified at the top, position fixed in My heart and soul goes into every little bit of this I got intent and the drive, so f*ck your bitterness These pussies trying to contend man, who they kidding, shit Your following is smaller than the serving size at ‘lil bits Fit it in brudda, fit it right in Yo I could be sipping fiddich or could be the ink gin Yo I feel like T-Pain cus like all I do is win Girlfriend came in frowning, now she leaving with a grin, uh Psych I’m kidding, the literate villain killing shit Wheeling and dealing all the winnings are looking immanent Snatch it from the air Harry Potter the golden snitch Rolling up a doobie all green like a soccer pitch What Fill another double in the cup like What From the back to the middle to the front like What Everybody want a piece of the cut boy you better fix up like What Little bitch like What Fill a double in the cup like What From the back to the middle to the front like What Everybody want a piece of the cut, boy you better fix up everybody everybody uh Imma give you people something you can talk about Been hearing imma be a star since I was child Fresh kicks, like busta so quick with the rhymes Had to tell ‘em I ain’t here to f*ck spiders (Ooft) Grave digger, nah brother a straight winner A real rapper don’t confuse with me with them lame singers Lane switcher, brudda don’t play no games with him I’m buddy from the left near the fifty I ain’t missing How the f*ck are they gon’ stop me? I used to be the type to sit around for days Trying to work out what they want from me But now I double up the pay the way I’m scripting every lyric Got these groupie bitches trying to get some love from me I’m saying f*ck em all I feel like Jason Tamalolou by the way I fend em off but leave em running more Got a wifey at my home word to J.Cole I got her folding clothes She got me mowing the lawn like Mmmm Tell me who better and imma find their bluff Gold standard picking up my pen I got the Midas touch Ghost phantom, hit me a lick and then imma turn to dust I wrote clever spitting it sicker coz I’m on fire bruh No hand outs, brother I put my hand up Got me in my feels on my work shift grinding now its, All planned out, f*ck it I’m in demand now Name another rapper with their forklift license Like what?! Hitting it smoother my vocals butter F*ck your mother and your father and your sister and your brother Smoking bush so it’s funny, I’m eating rappers like tucker Got me fucking up the world and I ain’t gonna use a rubber Like what?! You a sucker, a mother fucker, I shutter at the thought of you thinking you my brother You a nutter, it’s disgusting Hitting up the green like a putter I’m the man did I motherfucking st- st- stutter Like WHAT If you want it, you’ll get it if you’re repetitive Nevertheless, doing more’s normally getting it Sending it there and back before you know it’s what I said it is I’m bull headed still I mix it in with elegance That’s why I’m hotter in the Winter than the Summer All I see is competition I'll be winning one on one And imma be the one I wanna be No need to be another Nearly seen a hundred seasons, I been scheming’ on a come up Now I’ve gone and I’ve done it They thought I’d fall and I’d plummet They wish I’d fallen beneath While I’m being all the above it Feet were sore from the running So see me crawl to the summit To here from where I was I was all I needed to summon, look We be capable of more than we're considering I been out here chasing the data quantum computing While most of us are choosing to stay computer illiterate and never really do what they really wanted to do And that's a shame Me and people like that ain't the same If you feel offended you're the only one to blame, but If you feel inspired to finally make a change You can wait to break a habit or take control of your fate It's a game It really doesn't matter where you came from I was so high as a teen, it had my brain gone Now you'll find me centered and calm, middle of brainstorms Since I finally got dry, sick of getting rained on Now it's flame on Feeling Mr. Fantastic In it for the long stretch This isn't elastic Because the fact is I been solid throughout all of it I flipped a bad kid Into only thinking how good this is Pretty difficult living in negativity That's when I made a promise Imma level up my blood line Was doing minimal, wasn't winning at anything Until I decided imma make the most of this one life What Fill another double in the cup like What From the back to the middle to the front like What Everybody want a piece of the cut boy you better fix up like What Little bitch like What Fill a double in the cup like What From the back to the middle to the front like What Everybody want a piece of the cut boy you better fix up Everybody everybody uh
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Written by: Lemaire, Jaden Wakefield, Sebastian Patrick Lemaire, Nicholas Carter
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