Lyrics:
of us got them shots on us
Let a nigga play and we gon' slide on 'em
For that money could get hit, we gon' burn something
We got Pep on stand by, ready
by, ain't speaking, I'm dumb high
Just heard niggas got jokes, it's a matter of time before one dies
'Cause them dudes out and them tools out, all
a schoolteacher to test me
Cause I don't just do em, I run through em
And I don't just hurt, uh uh, I body work em
Lyrical torture, never could support ya
For
torture, never could support ya
For steppin' to me, agony is what it brought ya
Cause you never seen this type of lyrical genius
That could never be
these dude
Yeah we could jump 'em and check em, by sprayin' techs at these fools
Make it to trial, you don't win, indirectly you lose
You bad, makin' that
the average that know ya, I peep game… like I knew one of who develop, my bro deep pain, couldn’t believe it as we tell em, Soulja boy… to many claiming to be
disgusted by discussions of
How Im better than the next
What did u expect
In my element I could reconnect
With my inner self I'm out again
That nonchalant
you by my lyrics, then I didn't really mean em
Waiting for what lines next, now you feening
Tryna steal my shine, you behind the screening
Wavy like
thought we could run the globe
But y'all punching the missile code
All that machismo's old boy, it got to go
We need to unify it really so these seeds can
Move your body
Closer
To me
Mmm
I like this
Yeah boy I think I like this
Don't fight it
I see sum I could vibe with
Oh i
I decided
Yeah boy I like
rolled one back and got the workin' of a Gates
Dead Game, they jock my team, you could be by a freak
But watch my jeans, custom made Browny Brown and you
like this
Turn around, then I make it jump like this
(Ladies!) You wanna keep that boy, then make it jump like this
Y'all didn't think that I could
could go wherever
Rocking this designer, I don't think I'm better
I come from the bottom, so this shit like treasure
Might hit a dance on 'em
Superman
Relieve'em of they aggravation, take'em rollerskatin'
On them Dayton's, tell'em "Baby, stick with me, you goin' places"
Go replace'em, draw erase'em out my
date pending
They trying to sentence me
Send 'em and in-voice, out of state
Lawyer handle my plea you petty boys
Don't address me or catch a Gettysburg
writing songs with no hooks
And I’m still crossing instrumentals off of my books
Im pretty high most the time you cant tell by my looks
It’s visine, cause I
still smash the field
Of all you fuck boy rappers I give you new wounds to lick up
Type of dude that chug a 40 in back of the pickup
Type of dude that
'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this
goin fly bout it
Send em to the sky bout it
Tell the truth why you lie bout it
Murder on my mind death around the corner I ain't hiding from it
I love
at the Super Bowl
Up ahead and I can not rest
Theres no breaks to relieve my stress
Its like chess how I
Move calculated type dude
You can never get ahead cause
the nr 1 independent
And we could spin and if I said just spend in
And fuck a name and its trans again
A type of sinner that came in the pistol spin
And man this verse a classic
Tell 'em welcome to the movement
So get ya passes
Check im feeling myself
Boy I'm the jump man
On flight get to the cash
Doing
slanging and gang banging
And all that other type a shit
That I can't believe
Tell me, do you think you're guilty
Verse 1: WildStyle
Look here your honor
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have
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