Lyrics:
you stole something
Bounce like you owe nothing
Bounce like a player holding court ball
Bounce bounce, bounce like the beat hits and bounce like you sea
up in your condo
Hate a noisy woman, why you all up in my convo
[Chorus]
Let me hold something, look at you killas, like you owe something
Stole
LaBron (wha')
Not the ice, my beat is worth more
Attractive like a whole damn Jacob store
See niggas hate you more when you take they broad
But his
a cake
Like being sprayed with Raid in the face
While this beat is being played til you bleed with an earache
You're afraid, walking through the gay
signed by Ellen off of YouTube
Does your contract say you have
To look like her, too?
We all know your music, but let me just say
Tell me why, Charlie
Why
of these beats like it’s Debo
You already know she a freak hoe (Freak hoe)
She eat dick then suck her fingers like Cheetos
You n***as biting like mosquitos
I
begin to teach
Many of you are educated, open your mouth and speak
KRS-One is something like a total renegade
Except I don't steal, I rhyme to get paid
Ion preach but I speak like a reverend
Got no weapons on my side but my speech got advantage, look
When i'm steppin on this beat with no cleats I got
the boof
Getting high up the roof
Talking like tough ? You get drowned in a pool
Get roughed up for money
I stole all his jewels
Dissing for clout, i dont
now enemies
I wanna help by any means
You have a vision but the devil stole it
You have a mission but you scared to face it
You want some love I will
And that's not a possibility cause
You big plastic girl
I'mma big boss man
I like old model cars and big sedans
You like two doors
Frontin' their
the beef like
It grazed in my yard
And I'm getting all the smoke like
I set flame to the farm stay where you are
Y'all don't wanna play with the bars
Y'all
no leaving, all seeing girl
She so cold, steal you soul, turn to stone, frozen,
From the start, she was smart, grabbed my heart, stole it
Myth like
your bitch take it, I'm the Wizard of Oz
I'm not a God, I'm something like a God
I treat these hoes like basketballs, T-Money, my niggas, so I pass him
some muhfuckin' killers
You must want Anna like Miller
Bitch, I'm rich, I drop off the scriller to hitters
Still on my toes like Thriller
Hoes by
Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man
Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man
I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted, and he's got him a good woman. And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June, who helped showed me how to beat
damage
I stole her heart like a bandit
And my little shawty a savage
Yeah she classy and ratchet
No rubber band she elastic
I like it natural not plastic
human-like AI that makes everything extreme
Is it real what you see or maybe an illusion created by your brain
In this time of confusions are you going crazy
Even Bam gotta sparkle
Cuz rap performing's my art form
It hits you like a dark storm of thickets and sharp thorns
Your heart warms when you listen
Open up the door and then I'll follow through
Eyes glued on the floor I feel myself undo
It's like I've never seen something more to you
Like I've
the eyes, say,
"Here's what we're gonna do.
You've been possessed by a demon,
We're gonna beat him out of you."
Sonita cries for help.
She sees her
there was anything I wanted
Move like a money monster
Pasta I eat like mobsters
Beats like see food
You that I’m cracking lobster
I’m a beast like
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