just another rap song

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

Tell a motherfucker, come and get it when ya ready

I'm a stone-cold villain, next to Willem sittin' steady

See me in ya dreams and legs spaghetti

I'm betting, half the scene still wetting

They bedding, they getting petty forgetting

I'm getting ready for endings, so gimme Vicky Pedretti and

I'll be letting ya get me, or I'll be wrecking the setting

It'll be ya head that I'm blending bitch

Uh, what's that in my backpack (backpack)

You don't really wanna see me get that (get that)

Playin' on ya girl like a tech deck (tech deck)

Pussy motherfucker better step back (step back)

Better step the fuck back

Dogs steady barking and they ready for attack

I don't give a fuck pussy send who's next

Schema, the posse motherfucker coming straight for ya neck

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