(Verse)
Don't think I ever will cool out, I'm just too hot now
Y'all keep on shooting that shot it's gon' get knocked down
Got it in palm, it's my rock now
This ain't your spot this my block now
I feel like Dee-Bo boy this my bike now
YO pipe down!
I'm tired of caring, staring at this tragedy
Innocent bystanders turning casualties
Talking so sweet that y'all getting cavities
I'd rather be rappidy rappin' rapidly
The bars I'm spitting hitting y'all like battery, uh!
Call in for back up, it ain't safe where you at
The ones you think be bracing yo back
Be placing yo trap
Jealousy will have your real homies lacing yo packs
Erasing yo tracks
Watch yo friends and yo frenemies close
They see ya bread and heat ya, pulling the toast
And they don't want the beef but, they still go for the roast
You never really knowing who gon' loathe you the most
You never know who was your bro till you ghost
You never certain, never know till the post, yeah
Now you the butt of the joke, and I'm the comedian
I got a place to make my mark so, I'm graffitiing
I'm Jumping the median, My breed a different type
A different light for them to see me in, uh!
You devious, I'm deviant
You previous and I been premium
You all lucky I'm lenient
Cause y'all missin ingredients
Y'all skippin obedience
And my efforts been tedious
Expecting me to lead em in?
Nah!
But come correct and show respect where it's owed
You disrespect let's get you back on the road
I Never just let 'em roll
I been the one always rejecting the mold
A different soul that shit has yet to be sold
It's not on the market
And I am not the target
They still biting the hand
That's holding the pen
They figured it food
Don't get it confused
The gift and the curse
Talent doesn't mean you getting the purse
It means you better get into work boy
Unless you, know somebody, who know somebody
Knowing me I'm by my lonesome prolly
I just stay a dolo body who owe nobody
I got it!
That's why I'm staying on that up and up trajectory
But hold it down, you real or fake? Well that's subject to me
I hold the crown and what y'all spit couldn't mean less to me
They wonder how I cook so hard, without a recipe
There ain't no second guessing me
I guess it's me, definitely!
I'm here to fix the problem, thats word to Camacho
Y'all dudes be on my road and serving as pot holes
That ish I don't like
I'm like a bad fishing trip the kid got no bites
And y'all ain't meant for greatness
So, y'all don't need no mics (Mike's)
Cause y'all ain't Jordan son, they only jack son
They just some wack ones
I really wanna smack 'em
They claiming that they pack son
But I'ma keep it on wax son
I'm back son.
Clean up ya act son
Or I'm at ya momma
I'll make you step son
How I react to the drama
I'm grown.
You know how I respond, I'm chill
Battery rap bars
IV on I'm ill,
Yeah.
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(Verse)
Don't think I ever will cool out, I'm just too hot now
Y'all keep on shooting that shot it's gon' get knocked down
Got it in palm, it's my rock now
This ain't your spot this my block now
I feel like Dee-Bo boy this my bike now
YO pipe down!
I'm tired of caring, staring at this tragedy
Innocent bystanders turning casualties
Talking so sweet that y'all getting cavities
I'd rather be rappidy rappin' rapidly
The bars I'm spitting hitting y'all like battery, uh!
Call in for back up, it ain't safe where you at
The ones you think be bracing yo back
Be placing yo trap
Jealousy will have your real homies lacing yo packs
Erasing yo tracks
Watch yo friends and yo frenemies close
They see ya bread and heat ya, pulling the toast
And they don't want the beef but, they still go for the roast
You never really knowing who gon' loathe you the most
You never know who was your bro till you ghost
You never certain, never know till the post, yeah
Now you the butt of the joke, and I'm the comedian
I got a place to make my mark so, I'm graffitiing
I'm Jumping the median, My breed a different type
A different light for them to see me in, uh!
You devious, I'm deviant
You previous and I been premium
You all lucky I'm lenient
Cause y'all missin ingredients
Y'all skippin obedience
And my efforts been tedious
Expecting me to lead em in?
Nah!
But come correct and show respect where it's owed
You disrespect let's get you back on the road
I Never just let 'em roll
I been the one always rejecting the mold
A different soul that shit has yet to be sold
It's not on the market
And I am not the target
They still biting the hand
That's holding the pen
They figured it food
Don't get it confused
The gift and the curse
Talent doesn't mean you getting the purse
It means you better get into work boy
Unless you, know somebody, who know somebody
Knowing me I'm by my lonesome prolly
I just stay a dolo body who owe nobody
I got it!
That's why I'm staying on that up and up trajectory
But hold it down, you real or fake? Well that's subject to me
I hold the crown and what y'all spit couldn't mean less to me
They wonder how I cook so hard, without a recipe
There ain't no second guessing me
I guess it's me, definitely!
I'm here to fix the problem, thats word to Camacho
Y'all dudes be on my road and serving as pot holes
That ish I don't like
I'm like a bad fishing trip the kid got no bites
And y'all ain't meant for greatness
So, y'all don't need no mics (Mike's)
Cause y'all ain't Jordan son, they only jack son
They just some wack ones
I really wanna smack 'em
They claiming that they pack son
But I'ma keep it on wax son
I'm back son.
Clean up ya act son
Or I'm at ya momma
I'll make you step son
How I react to the drama
I'm grown.
You know how I respond, I'm chill
Battery rap bars
IV on I'm ill,
Yeah.
Don't think I ever will cool out, I'm just too hot now
Y'all keep on shooting that shot it's gon' get knocked down
Got it in palm, it's my rock now
This ain't your spot this my block now
I feel like Dee-Bo boy this my bike now
YO pipe down!
I'm tired of caring, staring at this tragedy
Innocent bystanders turning casualties
Talking so sweet that y'all getting cavities
I'd rather be rappidy rappin' rapidly
The bars I'm spitting hitting y'all like battery, uh!
Call in for back up, it ain't safe where you at
The ones you think be bracing yo back
Be placing yo trap
Jealousy will have your real homies lacing yo packs
Erasing yo tracks
Watch yo friends and yo frenemies close
They see ya bread and heat ya, pulling the toast
And they don't want the beef but, they still go for the roast
You never really knowing who gon' loathe you the most
You never know who was your bro till you ghost
You never certain, never know till the post, yeah
Now you the butt of the joke, and I'm the comedian
I got a place to make my mark so, I'm graffitiing
I'm Jumping the median, My breed a different type
A different light for them to see me in, uh!
You devious, I'm deviant
You previous and I been premium
You all lucky I'm lenient
Cause y'all missin ingredients
Y'all skippin obedience
And my efforts been tedious
Expecting me to lead em in?
Nah!
But come correct and show respect where it's owed
You disrespect let's get you back on the road
I Never just let 'em roll
I been the one always rejecting the mold
A different soul that shit has yet to be sold
It's not on the market
And I am not the target
They still biting the hand
That's holding the pen
They figured it food
Don't get it confused
The gift and the curse
Talent doesn't mean you getting the purse
It means you better get into work boy
Unless you, know somebody, who know somebody
Knowing me I'm by my lonesome prolly
I just stay a dolo body who owe nobody
I got it!
That's why I'm staying on that up and up trajectory
But hold it down, you real or fake? Well that's subject to me
I hold the crown and what y'all spit couldn't mean less to me
They wonder how I cook so hard, without a recipe
There ain't no second guessing me
I guess it's me, definitely!
I'm here to fix the problem, thats word to Camacho
Y'all dudes be on my road and serving as pot holes
That ish I don't like
I'm like a bad fishing trip the kid got no bites
And y'all ain't meant for greatness
So, y'all don't need no mics (Mike's)
Cause y'all ain't Jordan son, they only jack son
They just some wack ones
I really wanna smack 'em
They claiming that they pack son
But I'ma keep it on wax son
I'm back son.
Clean up ya act son
Or I'm at ya momma
I'll make you step son
How I react to the drama
I'm grown.
You know how I respond, I'm chill
Battery rap bars
IV on I'm ill,
Yeah.