Текст песни
Keep my name out ya mouth
'Cause you don't really know what the game's all about
Keep my name out ya mouth
'Cause you don't really know what the game's all about
Ay yo it's art how we slingin it
Call it trapeze
It's the only thing left, like the way you pass weed
See me out bossin', and these honeys wanna tease
'Til I toss a little fetti and that bitch be on her knees
Talk shit, smack mouths
Henny 'til we black out
Crossfade, chicken wing the rap game
Tap out
Critics like the strippers, catch the jewels that I pass out
Nothing but the hardcore, my posse just dash out
Can't nobody see me rhyming ese
Nothin' in my pockets except the Homer Simpson catchphrase
You rappers hot now, catch me in a decade
When I'm still gettin' respect every time my first cassette play
I ain't on the radio, 'cause radio is set trips
Sayin' that you underground, posing in your press kit
Rap game's fucked, 'cause you labels just molest it
Swear they catchin' Ls I be droppin' on them, Tetris
Bitches on my dick, I don't even know her
Smokin' on the doja 'til my brain the size of protozoa
Sneakin' in the back before they notice with this gat that's loaded
Take the stolen sack that they holdin', I'm subtractin' they quota
Catch me in the bar drinkin' Jack and soda, losin' my focus
Criminal Hypnosis
Dispose of my opponents in cities coated with locusts
Crooked politician scoliosis, Dracula motives
I'ma bathe in all you rappers' hemoglobins
Bitch
Ay yo, we style on tracks cuzzy
Haters say he wack cuzzy
Haters wanna jack cuzzy
Same haters gettin' left cuzzy
Yo we style on tracks cuzzy
Same haters wanna jack cuzzy
Same haters say he wack cuzzy
Same haters gettin' left cuzzy