Letras
Stepped in, underrated legend in the place
Feel the energy came on you until I touch mic, got the whole booth rearranged
New school, yeah I'm improved in a way
Way better than them niggas that you used to behave
The shawty in a tracksuit like who's brave
Got me walking like I'm using a cane
Ah shit, who's this?
Who's tryna get busy with the kid?
Are we really getting fizzy with the fifth?
Sincerely get Lizzie in the bits (Cadet, Cadet)
Billy in the gip
Dumb money, tryna get silly with the chips
Shooting up your Apnas, Karlas, and Kuras
I bet you can't see through the Mist
I'm back on my bullshit, Chicago murder spree
If I hit him with the full clip, his soul might end up in purgatory
It's nothing personal so don't take it personally
But I will give a nigga the whole Bible if he's got one verse for me
Washing machine to these niggas, I wash an MC when I spin him
What's an MC to a killer? Like, what's an MC when I kill him?
You don't wanna MC when I'm spitting, it's a serpent's phlegm
Venomous business, earth these man when I'm firing
How they gonna win?
All kinds of elements in this
Mm, yeah I hear you, but I ain't tryna hear none of that
It's my team that's got these youts running back
When these niggas quit grime and they ain't coming back
And you had the gyaldem singing for you, I never had gyaldem singing for me
But them gal would fistfight for the kid, look I had the gyaldem swinging for me
Bro, what's your thoughts like?
You can see I've got diamonds in my teeth so don't be surprised every time that I talk right
We've got them things that would come with a torchlight
They hear one Drake album, now these fuckboys think they can talk like
That's a newspaper, I'll put your dad on the cover for talking More Life
If I didn't tell him I was coming
Aaliyah would've wrote another four-page letter to his cousin
Press trigger and then press people button (BUCK-I)
You dead, nigga, mi gone: reaper suh'in (BUCK-I)