Lyrics:
dream is to follow me, while, smokin out a screen
I drive by in my ice cream truck
wit fiends run up
I got 'em touchin for the good stuff
white colored
Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
And for those of y'all that don't know
I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name
make the game better, by bein out there on the floor
So when you ice grill me, instead of breakin your jaw
I think FIREBALLS in your face like a young
who carved my name wit' a blade ?
All over the body, if that's how Malique affect fans , I'm outtie
We can't be blamed if they school grades turn out
hardcore for fans, my indie is major
I hustle harder than the brain muscles
Of Master P and Russell combined
Do what it takes
Even if I gotta bust you with
to Gain but nothing to lose
Well I'm the baddest MC
Switch blade in the mic
Playground player 5th grader for life
Only bling that I wear is in my baby blue
(Repeat)
Verse 2
Lil' Wayne:
I tell 'em get off my dick, you niggaz can't fuck with me
It's Lil' Wayne and company
You come at me wrong, just another R.I.P
on tracks, I don't swing no blades like Micheal Myers
You'll get banged if your chatting shit, round here we don't tolerate stupid liars
I'm chasing p your
Jigga on the beat
Now tell me who does it better than that
I’m a veteran deadly sharper than a blade I cut them in half
The Jack star they appear to be
punctured his lung
Ayy who's that who bro bring that let me go insane
Let me do it how i done did accept we have two two man on my blade
Saw my face and they
items
just a warning to you tough guys enough with the lies turning out to be stone cold snitches and spy’s
Get riches get by eating off the pie in
sit's
You should leave now
Dap dap, love-love, then you can peace-out
You should know me by now, bitch, I'm fire
Put me on stilts, your boy's higher
You
technology
But I can't make a blade of grass
Oh, no please reassure
Me the somehow I am more
That is the crutch that I need for my balance
Comparisons how I
Stunting for my friends like "Watch
A nigga check this bitch" "Hey bitch
You better have my mother
Fucking money by Thursday"
"I'm sorry mom just go with it
came glittering wait little kids in my breaking morning ha
cpex ain't even a challenge cause I stay floating in a cloud ocean
Slayed from the blade
menace won't stop till I benefit
V is for vigorously chasing not settling
Last but not least P is for prevalent
Because I keep on pedaling success is
don't care about no fucking label 'til they label this
It's that real, this jungle nutty bro you'll get killed
Blood spilled from this Asian blade
that gyal on the line?
What's that shine on your wrist?
Manaman ain't got time
Get a brick at six
Fuck around, have it gone by nine
That batty move
the city of the mo
Man tho I'm a pisces its the tales of a scorpio
I wear Polo or maybe Isod
You pick the paradise its really by the bank wad
-Equipto
Shit
Or bring your Baby by your Mama and then we gone shoppin',
I got'cha rockin' knickerbockers in the summertime,
I'm lovin' how you smell in Chanel number
got my racks up (Ayy, ayy)
Make thе bag flip
Like gymnastics how it add up
I was raised by some dеmons, savage (Woo)
I'm a real P, not your average
agitated scorpion in a solarium
Anonymous piranhas adopting to new aquarium
Yeah mercy me
OG like Percee P
The beat’s a grip but I might
Drop a verse for
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