Just Another Rap Song

I'ma kill shit, spit with the sickness Young mothafucka 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 rеfused to see in 3D Now I'm seein' everythang how it should bе (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 JGRXXN, Schema the posse stayin' on the go, bitch Keep the same face even when the wind change Lame mothafuckas 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 mothafucka, 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 twenty four seven shop send shots, like a MAC-10 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 mothafucka 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 You don't really wanna see me get that Playin' on ya girl like a tech deck Pussy mothafucka better step back (Mmm) 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 mothafucka 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