Intro (feat. Ammo Steez)

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Yeah uh..
All these new rappers, they all sound the same T.A.C. with the new Wu-Tang
My squad go hard in the paint Mask on, ride with yo new chain
Got her on my neck, now I'm two chains Feelin' like Dizzy with my new flame

Cause I can make a girl in my new boo thang Let's be honest, me ain't finna do a thang
If you bought it, let me see you prove it man Now let me tell you who I am
Let me paint you a picture of who it is that I am though
Ammo, hotter than a candle, and so dope Like this shit, they be trappin' right out the

band though They be talkin' bout me like, yeah, that's
the man though If they disagree, don't believe them, they
big fans though I'ma keep grindin' till I need rubber bands
for my cash flow I might even rob a bank though

Burst to the front then run right out the back though
All these bitches think I'm the cutest thing, yeah
Tell them they can blow me to smithereens, yeah
Head got me gone, that's guillotine, yeah And I spit so sick, I need a vaccine, uh

They say, Yamo, I don't understand you, can you slow it down
This a keen shit, homie, yeah, you already got the crown
I pioneered the flow and now they tryna buy my sound
They don't even know what to expect now I been makin' moves and I ain't even tryin' to

Hold up, yeah, my success is like your career times too, uh
You an example of who can beat some weak rhymes, do, uh
And I'm a motherfuckin' GOAT, wonder who I should sign to, yeah
I would probably diss anybody, they finna get bodied

Cause if you think about it, nobody got rhymes like I do, yeah
It's Steez bitches, yeah, I'm out your league, bitch
Still reppin', team gettin' it You ain't made a team, bitch, I'm gone
Yeah, uh, man, that shit don't fly I'm talkin' money cause I got that ride

If my CD don't got it, I'll apply Put it in her sleep when I f*ck her
While she sleepin' on the job, uh When she say it's big
I ain't talkin' bout head, yeah, she talkin' bout my dick
Bringin' roses to the fuckin' funeral cause I kill the game

Bein' wanted like a criminal, alright, it's official
Pray that these fuckers run them out, it's simple
I deliver like fetish, she dress it like medic
To me, that's a fetish, you know that I'm playful

Way sharper than pencil, you're simple like cable
I am so able, your story's so fabled Here is the fact, with me, you be careful
So who the f*ck in here will be talkin' that shit
I'm over they're head, like a jet plane

Sippin' out a jar, lookin' how your hate grows
I'll be on ah wave point, brake steal your back rolls
Limonada I'm freshin' out, I got a bank it
Like I'm dinnin' at a banquet

And I don't care what they be sayin', though
Sleepin' out my city, never pretty, I'll admit it
I'm Tony Montana like I'm takin' out a cargo
See, bein' fake is not an option

I'll be on another level, you can tell who has a passion
This is the solution for my city bein' slipped on
Spittin' out this fire, all my bodies made of Teflon
So, I think it's late for you

See, I'm smokin' every hater like a pack or two
Cause I'm Jordan and I'm Pippen with the alley-oop
Elvy 9, I got it together like a revenue
I'm about to let it off, spit it raw, set it off

I done did it all, I done said it all
Nothin' but applause once I get involved
Leave them all in awe, droppin' F-bombs on
Every song, I'm sorry mom

I'm 'bout to spawn, when I blow it off
Now I got the S.W.A.T after me
Lookin' for my sums and I'm sorry, mom
But I'm bad, lovin' every gun
Shootin' every hater that I have

Watchin' how they run, watchin' how they run
I don't rap, I just talk
Quick as sippin' malt liquor
Now I got it figured out

Labels wanna talk, figures out
Got it figured that I'm back with no peace
A nice motherfucker rappin' next to a beast
And they know that

I'm beast on the beat, I repeat, I'm beast
I'm the reason that these other rappers keep mimicking
Everything that they see about me and the team
What you think on the key boy

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