Street Legal (feat. Reese Money)

King Spencer Pace

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King Spencer Pace


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On a carpet with a bunch of Arabs?
No sir!
And you se
You wont see me stop eating no ribs either
Gotta have them ribs, and pussy too!
Don't Malcom talk about no Pussy?
You know that ain't go work
When you've got a mic on you never know when someone is listening
Crossing my arms and I'm throwing my feet up
Kicking that shit like my name is Adidas
I am the kid that they play on the speaker
Charging that snake 20k for a feature
Aim at his face I control alt delete her
Serving a pint, but I sip on a liter
Tying it up like I'm lacing a sneaker
I'm dying to nut but I aint break a fever
Broke up with that bitch, she ain't got potential
Selling blue prints, these the fundamental
Different colors different exponential
Yellow 2 just like a ready pencil
Spray em through just like a loaded stencil
Masked up I aint talking dental
I'm in his yard like a sign that says rental
And I'm snapping so hard I shit on instrumentals
My block on fire like I'm Rowdy Rebel
Mike Gleason he the county devil
Shawn Dick, D.A. tell me how he's special
Life's a game its got a thousand levels
I'm smoking that pressure always doing extra
I got the bread and the lettuce not ketchup
Always steppin' even when momma left us
I'm keeping the Tech in the whip like a Tesla
Crossing my arms and I'm throwing my feet up
Kicking that shit like my name is Adidas
I am the kid that they play on the speaker
Charging that snake 20k for a feature
Aim at his face I control alt delete her
Serving a pint, but I sip on a liter
Crossing my arms and I'm throwing my feet up
Kicking that shit like my name is Adidas
I am the kid that they play on the speaker
Charging that snake 20k for a feature
I aim at his face I control alt delete her
Ya Im serving that pint, but I sip on a liter
Tying it up like I'm lacing a sneaker
Im dying to nut but I ain't break no fever
Head shot like I'm Kurt Cobain
Next opp getting served Propane
Red dot to ensure no brains
Feds hot they ain't getting no case
Asking me questions ain't getting no names
Like what's my intentions and who is to blame
Aint got no evidence faker than presidents
Like how they go sentence a kid with no weight
Surprise is the element f*ck it I'm selling it
How the f*ck do charge me without no cocaine
Whipping the batter, I ain't with the chatter
Yo moms favorite rapper, I'm bigger than ever
I'm hitting the backwoods it's wrapped in some shatter
I'm higher than Saturn, and sticking to clever
Balling like bladders ain't falling like ladders
You mad that I have her but I still got better
Stuck in the stu he's addicted to rapping
I have a passion to make my dreams happen
Monopolize money because I'm good at rapping
And he's working for case lid cuz he's always cappin'
Driving dirty no this aint street legal
With my dogs no boy I ain't breeding beagles
I ain't breeding beagles
Reese Money
F*ck on yo bitch and she turn to a Caesar
Twin Glocks, nigga "hi nice-ta-meet-ya"
Ima go crazy for all of my people
More stripes than a muh-fuckin' zebra
Coming through like Max Payne
Extended clip, it got no aim
I live in Harvard getting close brain
No case, no face Reese Money
The god, I aint scared of niggas
With no names
F*ck around (Shee)
And have no brain (Shee)
Stand tall like a Great Dane
Muh-fuckers acting like, I don't know pain
Loose lips get shot on yo shit
Kel-Tec, nigga hold 30 clip
All of my niggas some monsters
Blood leaking nigga dripping like a muh-fuckin' lobster
Go, go, go
Bullet hit his head, now this brain nigga lookin like muh-fuckin' pasta
These niggas imposters
They fake, ouu, wha?
Oh-my-gosha
Im striking like lightning
And Im Prince Zuko go and aim on a Bison
You little bitty bitches be triffling
Austin torturer
Hit this bitch like Jason Next
Nothing Perplexed
Im stepping on all of y'all necks
I'm Jango with the guns
Busting these slugs, busting yo bitch in the tub
She showed me that pussy I took
Tennis chains nigga cost me a dub
Been the same nigga straight out the mudd'
I was born as a national hero
But I send shots straight to the people
Chop you up and send you back to yo people
Im gritty, Im gritty Im muh-fuckin' evil
Stuntin' like my name is Knievel
Bring me the money nigga, split it with my peoples
Get to the money, straight for my people
All of my niggas is muh-fuckin' evil

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Written by: Reese M, Spencer P

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