[ Featuring YMOUS ]
I praise the Lord, but I swear to God that I broke a couple rules
And I ain't make a bag to make it back or to make it up to you
I had some dealings in Jerusalem
A coupe with Virgin Mary in the back
The bread we made came back in stacks
And I'ma rap until my back broken
And I break open batches
Couple villains in the city rollin' through like open matches
Throwin' shit just like cage matches
Possible I made it happen
Undone then we bout to do it
Chain shining like Stanley Kubrick
I met some bitches in the six, they say it's nice to meet
I brushed them off and they ran over to an Icee beat
In class I wasn't shit, I had a double cup to beat the heat
Tragic, but we still ticking like Patek Philippe
Crash landed right into regression
I made some plays, that have the judges hate me for a second
It's been some quicksand all up in the session
Denied some bitches leave my homeboy second guessing
Po' boy, out the stretcher, poems till you get the message
And I ain't even shit, the flows is what had taught the lessons
And I'ma eat the bitch, the cold shit brought congestion
Got my slime stickin' together, got my mind on cloudy weather
Don't play with me
Look, y'all better tap in
Huh, y'all better tap in
Y'all better tap in
Huh, y'all better tap in
Flip the racks to make the pack
You know the shit I'm stackin
Hit it from the back and faxin' all the facts and yeah, we tax him
If he shoot, then we go shoot
You know we bout to trappin
Spo0n his back, he need a plaque
Some nice shit to examine
Some shit'll cause a famine in the Bible, pray, say amen
So I'm movin' like the wise man
You can't try him, he's the best
Got bars on top of bars
Now to that shit I attest
You know that I just left
But there's still some shit that need addressing
These hoes be gettin' pressed
Like the holes on Squidward's clarinet
That's a bet, all respect
But we stay groovin
Know a bitch that said I'm wrong
So I know that I'll be cruising
Look, y'all better tap in
Huh, y'all better tap in
Y'all better tap in
Huh, y'all better tap in
