Hugh Glass - Swoop Lyrics

I get compulsive w rhymes
Bitch I murder these beats it's no pulse you can find
In this holster of mine is a pen and a bible & I'm not god but as close you'd find
They try to hurt me sometimes
They some kids writing raps boy that's nursery rhymes
They are not worthy of time
And they damn sure are not f*cking worthy of mine
How much did them views cost
How much did that fake ice and them jewels cost
I built this from nothing so understand something it's nothing to lose dog
These rappers is too soft
They try to steal flows and they faces get chewed off
He talking that shit ya he talking that woo wop
I'm bumping that biggie getting ready for shoot off

Going broke to get rich off this music shit
It's in my heart I ain't losing this
This is art in the truest sense
I wrote this at 12 in a park full of truant kids

I'm rappin so hard I chip teeth
And you cappin it's honestly weak
I done told you I'm killing this shit as a matter fact, an assassin that's lost in the beat
Don't talk when I speak
I'm from the sticks, ya a place where it's dark you get tossed in the creek
If that's hard to believe
Then keep talking shit and I'll show you myself you'll be honored to see
I hope you can swim, pussy lil bitch
I hope you can swim spend some time with the fish
I said it again so you comprehend
I came here to win when I rhyme I don't miss
Lyrics.Don't.Matter
I'm on my way to the top, when I make it I'm taking the ladder
Then breaking it after
It's no debate what I'm after a great or the greatest disaster

I was a Mac bumping Miller
I took a sack brought it back from the dealer
I took the pack and unpeeled it and then we sit back blow an ounce of that killa'
I sat on couches with killas'
I used to bring work out the house to civilians
Oh shit, now we got children
I'm stacking till we got fountains and Villas
Spliff tucker
Weed loud, young Chris Tucker
Riding new waves like Chris-topher
I don't bang, but I know Crips brother
Been around Bloods like a wrist cutter
Girls showing love keep my dick covered
If she weird let my bitch f*ck her
Cooking all year we about to have a big summer
Who you think cooked at the last supper
I wrote 36 books like last summer
Shed light like bad shutters
Went and bought more guns just to act tougher
Shit now can I act hood
Now can I roll with a backwood
Lets just get back to these raps and the fact that I don't like to talk but I rap good
I am a cloth from the devils cut
I think me and God bout to set him up
If you a boss you gon' level up
I been writing so long still ain't said enough