Like that, uh
PSMIITH gon hit it like that, yeah
Osmosis gon get it like, like
NightTHREE
Bases loaded
Stretch the 7th inning to win
Last second, grand slam
Damn I did it again
Spitting out grenades while my tongue's ripping the pins
Blowing out competition like they was meant for the wind
'cause I promise they weren't meant for the mic
They flicker like Mikes head when it got lit by the Sprite
Pepsi, same thing, what, you fixing to fight?
Rocked by the sound before you even get hit by the light
I'll take any animal dawg, turn 'em into minced meat
Forget a beat, give me a rapper and a 16
You say you spittin'? Haha trick please
Punchlines have your chest looking like swiss cheese
I was flowing and moving, you was playing Aaliyah
I throwing hadoukens and Super Saiyan Vegeta
If the printer is empty I got the paper to feed it
I'mma get where I'm going so you can take or -
I gotta go, go, get what's mine
Young seed tryna get some shine
Grow until I feel I popped a pill
Damn, how'd I get this high?
Loose ends? Better get those tied
Nooses ain't got grips on mine
My bank Phillip, eating steak dinner
Mr. Thanksgiving, "Oh my."
Blow my top, you inhale
Shotgun blast, stupid shells
Say they do it for the love
Ain't the story cupid tells
Bunch of David Matthews think they got Glow but they super frail
Faces getting stupid pale
Waiting for you to Exhale
Like
Don't it feel so good?
Back to the topic, I'm back in here bussin'
On minimum wages on tables is nothing
It ain't about music? Don't need a discussion
The way that they diving they eating the muffin
I'm plunging above so see me or something
Gunning for blood
Peace to my cousins, whoa
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Like that, uh
PSMIITH gon hit it like that, yeah
Osmosis gon get it like, like
NightTHREE
Bases loaded
Stretch the 7th inning to win
Last second, grand slam
Damn I did it again
Spitting out grenades while my tongue's ripping the pins
Blowing out competition like they was meant for the wind
'cause I promise they weren't meant for the mic
They flicker like Mikes head when it got lit by the Sprite
Pepsi, same thing, what, you fixing to fight?
Rocked by the sound before you even get hit by the light
I'll take any animal dawg, turn 'em into minced meat
Forget a beat, give me a rapper and a 16
You say you spittin'? Haha trick please
Punchlines have your chest looking like swiss cheese
I was flowing and moving, you was playing Aaliyah
I throwing hadoukens and Super Saiyan Vegeta
If the printer is empty I got the paper to feed it
I'mma get where I'm going so you can take or -
I gotta go, go, get what's mine
Young seed tryna get some shine
Grow until I feel I popped a pill
Damn, how'd I get this high?
Loose ends? Better get those tied
Nooses ain't got grips on mine
My bank Phillip, eating steak dinner
Mr. Thanksgiving, "Oh my."
Blow my top, you inhale
Shotgun blast, stupid shells
Say they do it for the love
Ain't the story cupid tells
Bunch of David Matthews think they got Glow but they super frail
Faces getting stupid pale
Waiting for you to Exhale
Like
Don't it feel so good?
Back to the topic, I'm back in here bussin'
On minimum wages on tables is nothing
It ain't about music? Don't need a discussion
The way that they diving they eating the muffin
I'm plunging above so see me or something
Gunning for blood
Peace to my cousins, whoa
PSMIITH gon hit it like that, yeah
Osmosis gon get it like, like
NightTHREE
Bases loaded
Stretch the 7th inning to win
Last second, grand slam
Damn I did it again
Spitting out grenades while my tongue's ripping the pins
Blowing out competition like they was meant for the wind
'cause I promise they weren't meant for the mic
They flicker like Mikes head when it got lit by the Sprite
Pepsi, same thing, what, you fixing to fight?
Rocked by the sound before you even get hit by the light
I'll take any animal dawg, turn 'em into minced meat
Forget a beat, give me a rapper and a 16
You say you spittin'? Haha trick please
Punchlines have your chest looking like swiss cheese
I was flowing and moving, you was playing Aaliyah
I throwing hadoukens and Super Saiyan Vegeta
If the printer is empty I got the paper to feed it
I'mma get where I'm going so you can take or -
I gotta go, go, get what's mine
Young seed tryna get some shine
Grow until I feel I popped a pill
Damn, how'd I get this high?
Loose ends? Better get those tied
Nooses ain't got grips on mine
My bank Phillip, eating steak dinner
Mr. Thanksgiving, "Oh my."
Blow my top, you inhale
Shotgun blast, stupid shells
Say they do it for the love
Ain't the story cupid tells
Bunch of David Matthews think they got Glow but they super frail
Faces getting stupid pale
Waiting for you to Exhale
Like
Don't it feel so good?
Back to the topic, I'm back in here bussin'
On minimum wages on tables is nothing
It ain't about music? Don't need a discussion
The way that they diving they eating the muffin
I'm plunging above so see me or something
Gunning for blood
Peace to my cousins, whoa
Writer: Patrick Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.