Im still blazin, get at my peeps, still amazin
Catch a phrase between phrases we tight like shoe laces
Whoīs the fools basics, cuz back in the days
Beatcreaters wasnīt glad with a mac packing the basics
Glock loading my punchline ladies wanna come by
I rather come over, smoke and fuck sober
Choke, fuck aroma the coke is gone, weeded
Like, overhigh, floatin by still seeking
For rapbeats if you ask me, I kill a few rappers
For monney, if you ask me, I still feel hungry
I Clap beats, suckers wanna punch Ima suckerpunch
suckers on the come up, punch a few suckers
And i run up, nice to see a smile like that
But how you feel if you had to run a mile like that
Dial me back, 911, 9 eleven
Itīs a match justice just blown the world trade center
I be backflippin my tracks, cracks itching
My crack, heads feelin the rap so catch feelings
for that, still sick on my left grow some stitches
on your soul fuck a bitch after lifting up the world
For a crack.. spit my soul for a cap, still listening
rap and BoomBap, backpack trough the world
For some head, still bang trough the wall
Throw my shit to the mall, flus my shit down the toilet fuck īm all
I keep My Hip Hop Banging subwoofers
Fuck Hoovers Ima drive peck tire till I loose īm
choose to smack a broke rapper till I choke back
On every newspaper every dudes spittin al my moves baby
Body gotta be a God, in the parkinglot
Banging bassline on trucks fucking up on the Dutch
I still rock, keep it basic, spitting a verse
Hitting your turf, Smacking you with different words
I nurse, hit my purse for worse, I keep reading lyrics
Being different in a way that nobody can be what is it
My smoke, sipping my drink, smoking my sig, paying my bills
Loving my chic, fucking my dick
I canīt see why people need me I bleed
From the pencle, jurk on the chain to see what it went to
Itīs.. Fire for fire fucking with fame
No one to blame fucking with my do all the same
Throwing my name, out on the streets, whatīs the word
Get caught, lose your skills while they sit on your turf
Spit all my bombs, you wouldnīt believe itīs suicide
To try me, I snatch the air out ya Nikey
I keep My Hip Hop Banging subwoofers
Fuck Hoovers Ima drive peck tire till I loose īm
Still choose to smack a broke rapper till I choke back
On every newspaper every dudes spittin al my moves baby
Itīs this shit, that wouldnīt give me a grip
Wouldnīt let me grind like tony, I do a drive by to ya homeys
Tap the phone for people contacting contract killers
Smoke a few corners out before i blow up the building
Smoke in the room, everybodyīs choking it soon
Hoping itīs all over for you, better be soon
Im top 10 rapper lyricisme whicked as it ever been
Spittin as if, Im catching ass and tits
Clever Iīve.. never been more sober reading a Header
In the paper which says Im headhunter rap better
Then half of the best, this is what youīre asking me next
I do a run up, you better be catching your breath
Number 1 dogwalker sip gin like jonnie walker
For win keep my heat close how could I be a stalker
If I donīt know how, I just smoke my shit out
lights out, thinking about whatever when I die
Im still close to my title, rip words on the paper
Fuck the world, crib, blue put every word in a chamber
Now itīs bullets hands down, better freeze fuck ya life
Scared of death, you shouldnt have to ask me twice
Crack a knife, fuck battling I step up my gear
Keep it tight and keep wrecking up what's left to my ear
I catch no choke, spitting up my liquor fuck bigger
Keep throwing lines as if I pull a string suck my dick
I keep My Hip Hop Banging subwoofers
Fuck Hoovers Ima drive peck tire till I loose īm
Still choose to smack a broke rapper till I choke back
On every newspaper every dudes spittin al my moves baby |