Lyrics
I'ma kill shit, spit with the sickness
Young motherfucker bringin' heat, dollar bills on my wish list
Long live Biggie, I'ma never miss Christmas
Creepin' up out the tomb, I leave a witness suspicious
Like hold up, I get buck
Used to have a stutter, now I never give a fuck
Comin' up out the gutter, now I'm 'boutta double up
Never let my mother suffer, we gon' get the fuck out the rut
You'll never hold me, hear the sirens and the police
Nikes on my feet, deep on a soul seek
Thinkin' about the times I refused to see in 3D
Now I'm seein' everythang how it should be (Uh)
On the microphone, I'm at home
Rippin' and trippin' up on the flows 'til my eyes glow
Ya go slow, boy, tell me whatcha know
Shout out jgrnx, Schema the posse stayin' on the go, bitch
Keep the same face even when the wind change
Lame motherfuckers gotta stay where I designate
They resonate, with the lines I create
Elevate to a state of revelation and regenerate
This ya fate, rhymes clean like Colgate
I be rippin' it quick leave ya jaw dropped, no way like okay
Sxmpra got the plays
Now riddle me this motherfucker, where the fuck is my pay?
Spin ya head seven twenty like a damn Beyblade
Pull my damn card in five parts, that's an end game
I'ma keep it goin', blowin' up like grenade
Sippin' liquor from my cup like it's mothafuckin' lemonade
Uh, and I just can't stop, I'll drop heat 'til I pop
This a 24-7 shop, send shots, like a MAC-ten
Back when I could give a fuck 'bout a never really has been
Roll 'round town, black tint, with the lights out
Bumpin' that sound, chase clout, what they all 'bout?
I don't have time for the precious games
'Boutta pop off, so remember the name
Roll 'round town, black tint, with the lights out
Bumpin' that sound, chase clout, what they all 'bout?
I don't talk when there's nothin' to gain
We ain't the same, bitch, stay in ya lane
Kick dust, let 'em bust slugs like Teddy