Sub Me In

Rap dudes put me in a bad mood Go nuts like Cashews, I spit like bad food I had to blast you, I'm sick like achoo Got street cred with no facial tattoos A beast like baboons, you makin' bad tunes I'm poppin' like balloons, I got some bad news If you hatin' on me you must be confused Give you two black eyes just like a racoon They don't really wanna see me, I can promise Gettin' brain without a college, she graduated with honors Looking just a broke and heartless, to be honest I ain't modest I know that I've been the hottest professional, you a novice I can't even shut my wallet, I gotta lotta guala up in my pocket I've been taking off just like I'm a rocket I been a star, I'm a comet, these rappers funny like comics They suck like girls on these nuts, ha, got 'em (sheesh) Let me catch my breath Give me a mint to refresh my breath, I'm nothing less Than the best and I'm dressed to impress and the rest is a mess They obsess with the steps that I step that will prep with the rep These cop cars is not far, my thought scar From these hot bars, I think I got a strep All I do is make hits, I keep 'em on deck So I guess that mean I got next I hope you get what I'm sayin' On injury reserve cause I am not playin' These rappers is lookin' like Walking Dead Off with they head, i be Shawn cuz i just come slayin They scared me like Freddy vs. Jason If they debatin' then they listen I end conversation Cause I been the greatest, my homie Devvon Can rap better than you and he usually singin' Yo my niggy if you gon' get on this track, and you gon' try to rap or you gon' to Spit or whatever you call it son, you from New York son, you gotta have bars B. I'm Talkin' real rap bars B, you know what I'm sayin' Yeah, yeah that's true. I got it I don't want nobody telling me anything Soon as I'm winning I'm winning, I win again Kobe for 3, I'm like Shaq on the block And I'm bringing the hype like Lebron in the spot I mean everybody want a piece of the pie When you up but when you down nobody got the time Killing these niggas, not taking their order I'm lining them up like they're waiting for Jordans I am the warden, you are the prisoner No I don't trust you and none of your visitors Sometimes these niggas tryna be friends to us Like I don't see 'em like 'bitch you invisible' No you not you, always sayin' that you got What he got what he got what she got what he got But I don't believe that and nobody sees All these niggas just dancing like Milli Vanilli It's so hard not knowing where to go When you lie that's when everyone knows I swear I don't understand your ways Your ways I don't wanna waste my time I don't wanna no sucka niggas ringin' my line Keeping 'em away and I'mma be just fine Anything I wanted I get it and that's why, I Really tryna make it on my own Cause everybody got the answers but don't have their own Pot to piss in but they piss in yours and all The pissed off people wanna see you fall That's um... that was a hip-hop track, and you know, some R&B vocals. A little bit Of hip-hop vocals too but um... you know, it's a good mixture. That's how you body Something. Coast 2 Coast Let me get it one more time, every single we bar when I drop these lines I've been looking like the man with the plan, got the game in my hands Winning is the only thing on my mind, gimme mine So who y'all? Calm down Y'all all talk, no bark like new dogs Yeah, you call it, I walk to the top like woo ha I'm on then you niggas cheap: groupon Utah,...cuz we do ball Little nigga still bigheaded: Jimmy Neutron You a bitch RuPaul, move it like a U-Haul Coast to Coast, Buffalo all the way to Tuscan Tuscan to New York, we could lose y'all Bringing the type of shit to your city, get a flu shot You win then I laugh like whoo ha Frontin' when you dressin' up, your life don't suit ya You ain't fuckin' wit' me nigga Who you talkin' to? It might be you, I wish a nigga would, I'mma part of the foundation I can make it come true And let me get the mic, cuz you getting me tight You granting wishes why that, you a genie in the bottle disguise Oh you the master of disguise? All these niggas tellin' lies I kill everything I touch and I ain't even gotta try You kill everything you touch and you ain't even gotta try, bitch why You look like a nigga that I seen on Vine, oh my I suprised at the thought that you read a niggas timeline Lemme give you data you ain't bout to use the Wi-Fi Sub me in, I never wanna be up on a sideline Oh, you're an Allstar thinking that you dunking, I can put in the game But you just gotta tell me somethin' I'm already on you ain't gotta tell me nothin' You little bitch ass nigga! Wow, wow That's on my momma cuz Wow, yo Sheesh I don't even wanna do this album with you no more dog