Lyrics:
I'll flip
You niggas won't get it, its sad (Sad)
I know if I care about this bag (Bag, bag)
You niggas wanna go hit it like bats (Bats!)
I don't give
makes me feel all right (yeah yeah)
Catch me up on traffic Guro by my side (wow)
Got them demons waiting for u up outside
I can see the mountain touching
And if all else fails I still got the trap
I don't fuck wit you rappers
Y'all fake to me
I don't fuck wit y'all majors y'all snakes to me
I don't care
I've been worried about my son and his damn health
My babies breathing more important than some damn wealth
I've been winning against the world by my
that we can combine all our entities, and make
one big music conglomerate.
BOTI:What?! What the hell are you talkin' about?!
TL:Now,
we got, that's why we rhyme so
I feel we the best, no sense in lying, though
Now, all together, watch the crowd go
[Murphy Lee]
I'm just a dirty
to do that shit and print it
But it's all about the loot so every move is documented
And vented, by the man born for lyric kickin'
Coolin' out with
'em
Where are you taking me?
I'm about to change your life
Then by all means, lead the way
Elizabeth Schuyler, it's a pleasure to meet you
Schuyler? My
money even when I don't rob no jewels
Man chatting shit on my timeline, that I don't like
So I report spam and I block those fools
I don't care about
like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores
For equality, Vokal,
trophies
They was sleepin' on my niggas, so call us the dream team
I ain't care about the classes, just wait til' the bell ring
I don't like to rap, I
What I do what I do do
Raised by a single mother I was raised different
Thirty eight years apart was the age difference
Raised by an OG If you knew her
Spoke out the truth, you can't just tell me something, lil' bitch, you gotta show me
Shoot out the roof, the way I drive this bitch, they all swear
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hip hop nation, this is Spiz-ike Lee
Been sleepin' for too long, wake up
Wake up
Wake up!
I see
with the 1-2
Teks, flex raps like Bruce Lee flex the kung-fu
Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like
that fat nigga my game is all
messed up
I'm gonna fill my cup I'm gonna drink you away
[Verse 1]
Forget about love I like thongs and tattoos
Peggy Sues and boots, high heel stiletto
Lee
Man, I'm on Tik-Tok giving my time to y'all
Only time the fans care is when you rise and fall
It's like all my black people want to rhyme and ball
like madden
Come here baby you smell like a fragrance basket
Suck them titties and play wit that ass next
Listen here
I'm all about my doe like a deer
loud getting drunk, feeling down in a rut
Fucked like a doe in the middle of the woods
Yeah bruh, Surrounded by bucks
But they don't really care at all
secrets
ever since that fatidique day all it thought about was how to blend'em
The funk and the prog
Some claimmed to be impossible, others rumored about
All these niggas dissing on the net
Man fuck this rapping shit, I'm quick as fuck to get a tech
Tell this bitch to pull up
Get my nut off, then she
give a fuck about a gold album?
Nigga I really went gold in the streets!
If you wanna keep it hood
Let's keep it hood
But I just showed y'all
riches
Ayo, I'm Murphey Lee the
Schoolboy, the civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five
But six whores
For equality, Vokal, Cammy,
Ah, this? about two cats, they?re sitting? down by a river in the swimps. (and) They?re sittin? there on a log. This one of ?em is a kind of a big
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