Lyrics:
it in a crate for 'em
Want the whole fee my nigga, We ain't taking no shorts
And I got a good rate for 'em
They done fucked up, I done jumped right
want a quick rise to fame?
On Youtube you’ll rate, from the Hoodie, cap to kicks a cliche’ of the greats
You’ve heard all the fine kings, and dug all
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like toothaches, I'm painful to rappers
Then you can tell from these shells
How I got
me to unload
So I flip into my mode and rhyme long like a road
See, I drop the greats like clumsy waiters drop plates
I got rhymes by the crates
when I'm put under pressure
Rate Devlin, why? He's a grime treasure
In grime, I've lined my catalogue up, prime seller
I'm never too far from the hype
be allergies
They got no nuts
Y’all niggaz too fake
I doubled up new rates
You gets no splits
Better ask your roommate
Dodged hoes that I won’t mention
my present state to educate those who imitate
I'll demonstrate on you degenerate counterfeits
Then I'll drop a heavy crate on you featherweights
Then
vision
I got the vision I got the
Takes a lot to know a little something bout this
Crate flippin' trait different
Ain't seen nothing like this
I'm
And to bag a deal
And to drop bars where you’re like Is that for real
Yeah that's for real for real
Thinking any different must be walking on banana peels in
want a quick rise to fame?
On Youtube you'll rate, from the Hoodie, cap to kicks a cliche' of the greats
You've heard all the fine kings, and dug all
and bitches gravitate
I been balling since the crate when we was in the alley way
100k for a feature bitch I'm jacking up my rate
Ho you know I ain't yo nigga
nothing change since then except the murder rate
Over 400 killings last year I heard to date
I think of better times just to change pace
Cause joy
the fence
Assed out in the open, while you was hoping that Xzibit was second rate
But I refuse to make just another record in the crate
I think not, got
Your girl comes and speaks to me your face will kinda drop
I'm making the most of what I've got
Anything I speak I will not say behind your back
I listen
I had you from the jump
And now I got the drop on all of you
But if you help me keep my income up
I would be pleased to relieve you
Of all your loot
so nasty, she keep telling me to buss it on her face
How the fuck I'm running out, I just had a whole crate
Cut your plug off, I'll sell em to you for
flips I make your whole monthly rate, nigga
yeah, haaaa
No matter the odds ima ambitious motherfucker
I be hustling all night until the sun up
Fuck it
shorties catchin' bodies, FaceTime me and drop the rakes
Got his lo', get his safe
Bitch, I'm rich, fuck a case
And you better have that wheel with that
to record companies,
Celibates, like selling rates,
I'm sleeping while their well awake,
I celebrate while they feel the rainy weather mate,
So while I'm well
lamesters
Reppin now and respect to my gangsta
Watch ya move son, wettin ya crates
Wit the triple drum base in ya face, takin ya case
60 Sec. rats in ya
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