PARKER (feat. Boy Tam & MATTE GOLD)
Ionika
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Meet your match, attack, back to the back I spat raps that slap, soundin' like Saran Wrap Put it in my knapsack, y'all just slack Shit makin' me hella mad, rap game is too sad, what? Don't know what I'm sayin' Maybe I'm lazy I'm fuckin' crazy Weed got me hazy White boys is hazing Wavy parading a crowd and we raid it I'm the devil, gonna rumble Mouth is runnin', f*ck a muzzle Clothes is drippin' in a puddle, I ain't tryna be so subtle See my future with the hustle, got my homies that are yellow Now, I'm feelin' hella mellow, bitch I'm yellin' like a kettle I go hard, I never settle Shit, I'm on another level Put the pedal to the metal, leave you shot up in a tunnel They might say I'm fuckin' special, but this track is double trouble Yeah, rappin' in my vessels, words are scattered like a puzzle I'm moving big pounds, big sounds Don't come around actin' loud, this my town From K-Town to Chi-Town Locked down 'cause we proud with a jade crown This be the voice that I found Drowned the old me, now I'm back, and I'm profound I fucking hate to be profiled Call this shit Dragon Style, make the crowd go so wild The weather is breezy, I make this look easy My lyrics in pieces, so hop onto Genius I guess I'm a genius, just kidding, I'm decent My flow is the meanest, so dirty, I bleach it I'm floatin' to Venus, that's poisonous reaches Though I ain't religious, I lead like I'm Jesus They say I'm the weakest, but I spit the realness 'Cause I've seen some shit, so my stories is scenic Yeah, yeah Way too fast, doin' fifty laps (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Boom, boom, boom) Wavy Gen, why so tense like Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah (Aye) Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Ridin' with the sauce (With the sauce) How could I been doin' shit wrong? (Doin' shit wrong) Ever since I been with LOFT, I'm writing all these songs (Writing all these songs) Yeah, forget about a cost All up in my face like you feel like you belong (Yeah) Lot of rappers Don't know what to rap about So they talk money Rappers (Woah) Rap about the gap, apart The men that made 'em rapper (Oh, oh) Back attack or Backpack Kid With a good drug deal Would a bro kill another bro? Pass, overdose End era with the fall of Melly, Mac Mill (Mill, mill, mill, mill) Corrupt my mind The rapper kind Make me go blind (Bam, bam) Money the root of evil I gotta go find How to rhyme, and how to climb up How to be a paradigm, bruh How to make a living with clean blood Take a minute to be settle with it Devil gotta bid in, gotta fit in But I don't need that for the living (Oh) Getting with the beat When it kick, with a tongue flip Gotta whip heads when I'm spitting (Oh) JERIKO gonna make miracles (Ooh) Pinnacle time, I kill it I'ma retire, MATCHA here With the lyrical fire Verse empty, fill it Yo, I've been on my way making moves, it's an active process (Yeah) Had to learn that you ain't gettin' nowhere fast acting cautious (Yeah) Hit the keys, go and strike a chord and let it resonate But no sound is how you go down when you strike out because you hesitate Yo, I started with a blessing, that's the way it rolled But I'ma take the pot if all the other players fold Only way to win is when you chip in what you hold So I take that silver spoon, and I flip it into gold Say more, rap less Add it up, math test Thought you were good, but got stuck in the past tense Thought you were hood with a wack ass accent You act like it's middle school, wash off the AXE scent You're aburrido (Woo) You don't got the sauce, if you know what I'm sayin' I'm Flamin' Hot Cheetos (Hot, hot) You're a bottle of Voss, you're so overrated, uh Keep my shit kinetic Know I always meant it It'll stay potential Only if you let it I go flip the script (Flip it) Go from hit to hit No dry humor here I'm just dripping wit (Sheesh) Evolve through the stages I'm making developments Try to stay relevant Turning the pages (Aye) It's on to the latest Not keeping the status quo Not afraid to lose (What) Go and pay my dues (What) Don't just pay for views (What) Let my haters boo On my way to you Can't afford to do nothing So I just keep on making moves Yeah, yeah Way too fast, doin' fifty laps (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Boom, boom, boom) Wavy Gen, why so tense like Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah (Aye) Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Ridin' with the sauce (With the sauce) How could I been doin' shit wrong? (Doin' shit wrong) Ever since I been with LOFT, I'm writing all these songs (Writing all these songs) Yeah, forget about a cost All up in my face like you feel like you belong (Yeah)
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