Lyrics:
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Yea
Too many fakes my crew hesitate
Been fooled by the fakes we knew
Gotta come prove that's a fact that you not a rat
Get rolled in a pack like dude
I ain't the greatest?
Whole team standin' in the green
This shit look like we been been mowin' lawns
Court side at Staples, you would think that we
a gang
This is a gang
This is a gang
Boy, what's your claim?
Throw up your gang
Switching four lanes
And our whip not the same
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi,
niggas still broke they bout 30 years old
He sold dope for too long still ain't got a bankroll
Give that boy this magazine this ain't Rolling Stone
He gone
mills
My boy kitchen's done, lookin' like a flour mill
You niggas' faces lookin' like you drink sour milk
And your albums like some mothafuckin' fire
Counting all this cheese nigga like
It is a cheeto
Counting all this cheese then I
Split it up with Lingo
Counting all this cheese then I
Gave it all
greaze but I bet that's fake
Dem boy dere never dropped no heat
Therefore, I will not check man's tape
Kick a man's face like Ong-Bak
Blacked-out
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
nutty like Almond Joy
My boy toy IE got to sleep and eat
Got the sweets and who got the freaks?
Beat it up like a ass whipping
The album dropped
Margaret thatcher lives in ronald reagan's underpants
She's been there for eight years cooking up her plan
To make the uk like big brother usa
Where
stomach
I can't find myself no balance and this emptiness
By long way down, she meant the hole I dug myself
I can't keep control of myself sometimes I
Yeah
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, molly
Percocet, my rep move up like a dolly
If I talk about this shit more often, prolly
If I talk
to chance
This ain't no acid rap, we're snorting white and shooting tan
How is he lifting the fucking hood up like he's Valvoline
Alchemy, beef is driving 'em
to backstreets like the bus
You niggas can't compete so don't fuss, only heat that I excrete, turn to dust yeah
I use to think this would be easy but now these
Y'all saw me at Kanye's third album with my cap no cap
Keep going video really happened ain't just rap
Barz just like that
When my family saw me
forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Last name Ever, first name Greatest
Like a sprained ankle, boy, I ain't nothin' to play with
Started off local,
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
are banging the world
Backstreets Boys, and the Spice Girls
Take That
like a band
shake that
Skinny jeans
so fresh
50 Cent
rappin’ listening Eminem
a street boy here
So when I gat this money ama piss on em
Yeah
Peace and harmony before the money (yeah)
My brothers are my family ain't no combat for
think i look cool
Got some dissing hating fools, but i just ignore them and keep my cool
Some might think this music sucks, does it look like i give any
the snitch like quidditch
And bust their melon in
And Anthony Fantano gon' get it if he rate this below a 10
Make another album, hop in the booth and just go
tired I'm an athlete (Ha)
Shoot a pussy make him bleed he need a maxi (Bow)
You drowning like the boys in the backstreet (Yeah)
Call Jake, he the plug
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