Yeah
What can you prove, huh
Nothing
You think my troops are gonna help you
It's not what you know
It's what you can prove
Yeah
Anorexic secret agent 006
Killin' tracks with recycled verses wrote back in 06
Before this I was 69 pounds, standin' like 4'6
Droppin' napalm, bringing the population below six
Raw ability, question credibility that you even need a doctor
Assuming you not as ill as me
Niggas tryna be fair, I don't partake in these festivities
Cause niggas be frontin' up till you check their legibility
Got em' garglin', my very presence is startlin'
Niggas beggin' to bargain when they see we locked the target in
Harder than James Harden, we martians' till I disintegrate
My niggas stampeding after the target I indicate
Change the tempo, elevate the crescendo
Practice ghetto flamenzo from Jackson to Sacramento
And I was since told to retaliate against foes in tenfold,
And then shown to attack with a force of ten extendos
Handcrafted flow, straight up out the Philippines
Honeys come up off they top, and I don't need a guillotine
You niggas is ametuers, bunch of lyrical scavengers
Throw me in the water, I'll return with the scent of Lavender
You lurkin' ahh nigga, you workin' class nigga
Sleepin' in the lot I'm Parkin' my suburban at nigga
Where the bourbon at nigga
Dedicate this to my dead homies
Niggas walkin' smooth, but still thinkin' like the feds on me
Takin' names, and I do it ever so pleasantly
Asking' Bill Bellemy why is you standin' next to me
Probably would pop an ecstasy, just to see if he sextin' me
Rest in peace other rappers, I swear that you not impressin' me
The last nigga standin' with a post-apocalyptic flow
Baskin' in my presence, but these niggas not so gifted though
Standin' on your tippy toes, still can't discover me
I'm underneath E-40, and not even he can smother me
I'm bout that bread and butter G, you niggas like puppetry
Niggas actin' uppity, up till they held in custody
Whip the Winston out, just to show you they had enough of you
Barrel in your jaws, and it pretty much sums it up for you
Quick as you glance at niggas, you might glance at the wrong kind
Not knowin' you been starin' at the man for a long time
You done gave him the wrong sign
He pulls the 9 out, and you gone
Cause you was in the wrong place at the wrong time
Nigga,
Yeah
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Yeah
What can you prove, huh
Nothing
You think my troops are gonna help you
It's not what you know
It's what you can prove
Yeah
Anorexic secret agent 006
Killin' tracks with recycled verses wrote back in 06
Before this I was 69 pounds, standin' like 4'6
Droppin' napalm, bringing the population below six
Raw ability, question credibility that you even need a doctor
Assuming you not as ill as me
Niggas tryna be fair, I don't partake in these festivities
Cause niggas be frontin' up till you check their legibility
Got em' garglin', my very presence is startlin'
Niggas beggin' to bargain when they see we locked the target in
Harder than James Harden, we martians' till I disintegrate
My niggas stampeding after the target I indicate
Change the tempo, elevate the crescendo
Practice ghetto flamenzo from Jackson to Sacramento
And I was since told to retaliate against foes in tenfold,
And then shown to attack with a force of ten extendos
Handcrafted flow, straight up out the Philippines
Honeys come up off they top, and I don't need a guillotine
You niggas is ametuers, bunch of lyrical scavengers
Throw me in the water, I'll return with the scent of Lavender
You lurkin' ahh nigga, you workin' class nigga
Sleepin' in the lot I'm Parkin' my suburban at nigga
Where the bourbon at nigga
Dedicate this to my dead homies
Niggas walkin' smooth, but still thinkin' like the feds on me
Takin' names, and I do it ever so pleasantly
Asking' Bill Bellemy why is you standin' next to me
Probably would pop an ecstasy, just to see if he sextin' me
Rest in peace other rappers, I swear that you not impressin' me
The last nigga standin' with a post-apocalyptic flow
Baskin' in my presence, but these niggas not so gifted though
Standin' on your tippy toes, still can't discover me
I'm underneath E-40, and not even he can smother me
I'm bout that bread and butter G, you niggas like puppetry
Niggas actin' uppity, up till they held in custody
Whip the Winston out, just to show you they had enough of you
Barrel in your jaws, and it pretty much sums it up for you
Quick as you glance at niggas, you might glance at the wrong kind
Not knowin' you been starin' at the man for a long time
You done gave him the wrong sign
He pulls the 9 out, and you gone
Cause you was in the wrong place at the wrong time
Nigga,
Yeah
What can you prove, huh
Nothing
You think my troops are gonna help you
It's not what you know
It's what you can prove
Yeah
Anorexic secret agent 006
Killin' tracks with recycled verses wrote back in 06
Before this I was 69 pounds, standin' like 4'6
Droppin' napalm, bringing the population below six
Raw ability, question credibility that you even need a doctor
Assuming you not as ill as me
Niggas tryna be fair, I don't partake in these festivities
Cause niggas be frontin' up till you check their legibility
Got em' garglin', my very presence is startlin'
Niggas beggin' to bargain when they see we locked the target in
Harder than James Harden, we martians' till I disintegrate
My niggas stampeding after the target I indicate
Change the tempo, elevate the crescendo
Practice ghetto flamenzo from Jackson to Sacramento
And I was since told to retaliate against foes in tenfold,
And then shown to attack with a force of ten extendos
Handcrafted flow, straight up out the Philippines
Honeys come up off they top, and I don't need a guillotine
You niggas is ametuers, bunch of lyrical scavengers
Throw me in the water, I'll return with the scent of Lavender
You lurkin' ahh nigga, you workin' class nigga
Sleepin' in the lot I'm Parkin' my suburban at nigga
Where the bourbon at nigga
Dedicate this to my dead homies
Niggas walkin' smooth, but still thinkin' like the feds on me
Takin' names, and I do it ever so pleasantly
Asking' Bill Bellemy why is you standin' next to me
Probably would pop an ecstasy, just to see if he sextin' me
Rest in peace other rappers, I swear that you not impressin' me
The last nigga standin' with a post-apocalyptic flow
Baskin' in my presence, but these niggas not so gifted though
Standin' on your tippy toes, still can't discover me
I'm underneath E-40, and not even he can smother me
I'm bout that bread and butter G, you niggas like puppetry
Niggas actin' uppity, up till they held in custody
Whip the Winston out, just to show you they had enough of you
Barrel in your jaws, and it pretty much sums it up for you
Quick as you glance at niggas, you might glance at the wrong kind
Not knowin' you been starin' at the man for a long time
You done gave him the wrong sign
He pulls the 9 out, and you gone
Cause you was in the wrong place at the wrong time
Nigga,
Yeah
Writer: Keith Greer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid