Lyrics:
time alone with beats thats made by Toni Smoke
Writing all these years and still they took me as a fucking joke
Scared to give me props unless the next
the verses by reversing the curses
Selling out god but won't be returning the purchase
On the beat I am a surgeon
Spitting my songs while you been slurping
marks part of the beat start
That explains why I see (C
Sea) frontin' (front end) for sure (shore)
But this is where the front end
After I give you that
circle, handitambe newe
Beyond your calibur, Zasalamel
Lyrical archer, that William Tell
Kumhanya sehozhwa straight outta the shell
Missed by the bullet
drop
Im pushing, Im pushing till I drop
And when that beat bend I'm never gonna stop
I been evasive
Driving up west main with a playlist
Playing the same
hoping she don't miss
Bro don't work at FedEx
Still get them in by the truckload
Treat your block like William Sonoma
Pull up and then we unload
They
and Herbie Hancock drop the heavy load
Gene Harris and the Three Sounds for soul jazz listeners
Bobby Hutcherson up late geared to the Jazz Messengers
Horace
the hardest fucking beats the Midwest don't know how to act
Look at that, mediocre, but they hittin' like a dad
Belt 'n' buckle, time to scuffle yeah
White
Face down (go)
Back it up (ayy)
Drop it
Drop it down low, then pop it
Face down (face down), ass up (ass up)
Back it up (back it up), drop it
at
The bottom of lakes who can bend when beats
Break? Always drop different
Like snowflakes, throw the mic down, have it
Turn to a snake holy Moses upstate
(Don't stop, pop that, don't stop)
(Pop that pop that pop that)
Drop that pussy bitch
What ya twerkin' wit'?
I'm young Papi
Champagne they know
to that
That's right
We'll get to that
Eight years ago, right?
Yes, and I remember it had two fire beats
One of them is Ebonics
That we used just now
espansion
Willis +Reid+s a map that marks the spot showin
On his left George +Burns+ a blunt William's holdin
Tara +Bank+ed the money that Chaka +Khan+ed
Reeds a map that marks the spot showin'
On his left George burns a blunt William's holding
Tyra banked the money that Chaka Khaned her for
Alicia keyed
I'ma go, on the go, till the beat stop, stop
I'ma flow, on the road, till this heat drop, drop
You know it's Mo, on the stove, better stop drop roll
times and fucked everybody's bitch twice
Mother fuckers talk about it but i live that pimp life
I got pimp blood which is pumped by the beat
I drop this
up in Georgia
Drop his body by the levees, he can't hold no water (nope)
Catch that slaughter, shots leave his dreads weak Dwayne Carter (Wayne)
Uptown
Killers in that kitchen oww you can drop dead
Yamaha blow right by, Bye
Switch gears in my Off White
Orange tags with the tie-dye
You linked me Bish
in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I
by the twos for the vanguard
Just a little Common Sense and a lot of competition
Took me from a Lost Boy to a freestyle event
Over Swiss Beats bled
I tailor lines in architecture
Bring your best to par when I'm rapping its work of art
And by the way this work is hard, the beat I slay with no
been building
Support the team, make a choice that's brilliant.
Right now it's Brad Tripp, Koncept, William. Goes by Stoddart
Cause I got a lot of what
the good turn to evil
Our money ain't even, I keep the brass by my waist
Bitch, I feel I'm William Regal
you breathe like I breathe
Then you bleed too, I do
(Y'all come through) Will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
(So come on mama, dance to the druma)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you
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