Letras
We fuckin lit bro
Fist load of sick flows
Two g's like good green
That's bluecheese in my spliff tho
Bruce Lee when i kick foes
These hoes think that i won't change
Got new beats in my earphones
And i feel them in my old brain
And it's likely that i will go
With a good speed on a long range
So catch me
I promise you will never see a dead Lee
Athlete how i'm fuckin jumpin over mc's
That's me chillin but i'm steerin from the backseat
I'm doing what I must
I dont care if you dont trust
Co Lee and Orlando came to stir up all the dust
Picking up the mic i guess it's time to wake them up
Yea we used to sleep over now they sleeping over us
Now they sleepin over us
Now they sleepin over us
Won't conform to overlit
Perform an older trick
Left lane, highway
Going slow as shit
Monday to Friday I'm known to throw a fit
Cuz front- back- sideways it's phoney clones and pricks
Won't conform to overlit
Perform an older trick
Left lane, highway
Going slow as shit
Monday to Friday I'm known to throw a fit
Cuz front back and sideways
Don't invest too much in logistics
The music birthed its self I ain't copy off of his shit
1114 did it for the city did it for my district
Back on the plane from the App orange juice and a biscuit
Stay at home you won't risk it
Hush sit back control your own instinct
Nails with the lipstick
Nike airmax, fly clothes to your toes
Only pause for a pose but they missed it
Dissed, quick swan song best luck
Inhale smog lungs messed up
Pull up with the Obama fresh cut
Talk of the town even Mama knows I'm next up
Vamanos the Tesla, exclude the gas fee
Y'all sound the same who's who exactly?
News is fact-free the foods is fat-free
It's the songs that she likes so she soon forget me
Yup
Perform an older trick
Left lane, highway
Going slow as shit
Monday to Friday I'm known to throw a fit
Cuz front- back- sideways it's phoney clones and pricks
Won't conform to overlit
Perform an older trick
Left lane, highway
Going slow as shit
Monday to Friday I'm known to throw a fit
Cuz front- back- sideways
Now now
This is what I call a feature
How this fuckin rap shit turn a student to a teacher
Library of hits so check the cypher is true
Back in primary school we hit the library too
Now we spelling out the knowledge spit the lines in the booth
What time has demolished we'll be bringing it through
Like roots in the concrete
Smooth like it's sunscreen
Loose screws hanging
Two dudes on a drum beat
We out here moving curtains while y'all sneak behind the barricades
Drip so hard these bitches think we selling lemonade
We got the essence so now it all makes sense
Why they all shakin their ass for
I went straight to the next flow
It's Co Lee and Orlando
Yea we put flames in your headphones
Good taste like a chef bro
Suitcase full of bankrolls
Nursemaids on my birthday
What y'all need is a chaperone
Top tier when we come near to the mic yea this is that song