Chest out, ten toes down Left routes been shown now Tech shouts, them foes frown Next bout, you stretched out, we test clout when in yo' town Ex'd out, full of debt doubt cause the best house we hold ground! Better run now, don't come around my way Gonna be dumbfound when the gun sounds cause sun down is my day Meaning I don't sleep, but yo food yes I'm gon' eat, alone peep Anybody tryna get the grown seat better gone, it's gonna be a long week! (rah, rah, rah!) that's what they talkin' a lot of em bumpin' they chops But they can never compare to the winner They simply be giving me something to knock I slay wack just play back my hits So you better stay back on this great track cause I made that my bitch! You wantin' this, I'm on a mission too So you ain't gonna get what you wanna get, this one I'm kickin' through Hit they mama, quit the trauma, hid dishonor gets to shoot If you want a bitch, a ton of shit cause I'ma hit your crew Bout to knock you out yo' skin, go in body, then I'ma go chin Place yo' bet, you gonna hate the tech Cause I'ma break yo' neck, we ain't no kin Dreams and hopes will be broken when that flow spin I'ma fo' sho' sin, level headed when the rebel get it Heavy metal fetish when I go in! Play ball! Slay all! War paint on my mean mug Accolades, I got dumb clout Back to back I run mad laps When the sun's down or the sun's out Sara jay on my side arm Y'all ain't tryna see me with guns out With mo anger, that's no-brainer So y'all niggas better run routes! I heard something 'bout Anybody can get it, I'm with it I'm coming for sun's crown When I hit him he don't have to one count Yeah I'm living, I love it, my lungs loud When I come from the scrummage The scrimmage, I did it, I done it like what now We could put up some butter and do it no stutter But put up or shut up your bum mouth! Now it's your move, took a chump out, I'm so old school Yeah, say hi to my little friend Kill 'em with the pen, make the dynamite go boom! Talk about big balling, and it may seem like I'm stalling When I'm staring outta that wall and Bombing like babe ruth when I call it Yes y'all it, and my bet's all in, heck nah, never let y'all win In the game, everything a test to check To see who can really hang like a net, all in Come and train with the ces, yeah It's no thing little bunny, I can bang with the best in the biz You better be saving onto your breath with the gin Gotta run until there ain't nothin' left in the lid bruh, let's get it in You heard me, chewed 'em up, I'm done early Suited up in my jersey, feelin' like who or what can come serve me Y'all too corrupt to come prove to us your kung-fu You suck, you're unworthy, dirty like harry makin' my day Tell 'em I come to slay when I play, break! Play ball! Slay all! K-I-m, and I kill shit You could say that I slay turds Dib and I k-I-s, y'all l-a-f and those eight words I'm a d-o-b, I was d-o-a, but I came up out of that coma homie Odb, I take no t-o, I'm like oscar meyer with no bologna Killer and I'm dealin' 'em, I'm wavy Sinner in the center of a stadium, ya numb And now I go gorilla for real, uh, f*ck I'm off the wall for real, uh And I'm in the audible offense as often as needed Y'all slower than molasses, run screen passes, weeden Ya get hit with a blitz, boy Just for thinkin' that they couldn't catch this And when I run a muck, I'm puttin' numbers up Go and take you a look at my stats bitch My contract's got no cap, and the money is under the mattress I stay high like a.i, what the f*ck are we talkin' bout, practice? Play ball! Slay all!
Written by: DONNIE KING, MICHAEL SUMMERS, MICHAEL S. VIGLIONE, AARON DONTEZ YATES
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