Lyrics

Oh it's such a cliche Hating on the man these days And I don't need the rebate Start the party like DJs And I'm a let the beat break Watch em do whatever we say The beats and the lines are dope The beats and the lines are dope I hit em like a heart attack I'm keep fresh off the bargain rack The one that your dog keeps on barking at When I roll into town on the artic cat Ah, looking like some kind of hearty snack I can hit ya with the bars or the party raps Better give it all a rest like it's cardiac, flat line I take this serious it ain't a joke to me Stakes is high, like cows smoking weed Too compulsive, blame the OCD Set the mood, I ain't talking jodecide I been through the heavens, I been through the highs and lows Class and Masta Ace, back to crash the place Stats and accolades what you ain't know, bro Turn it up turn it up Put the pedal to the metal kid hurry up Drop this in the mix then stir it up Old school in this bitch never heard of us? 25 in the game, like I'm murderous Gotta give it to me straight ain't no curving us No cap, dope rap every verse I bus But can he do it all again, sure enough Oh it's such a cliche Hating on the man these days And I don't need the rebate Start the party like DJs And I'm a let the beat break Watch em do whatever we say The beats and the lines are dope The beats and the lines are dope Everybody knows I've been around Putting these rap dudes in the ground Dearly beloved we are gathered here today So I can break fool no spin around No windmills, no headspins. Tight with the flow like best friends It's funny when the pawns drop coming for the king That's when the silly game of chess ends I'm a clear the board like a reset Rob base all I want is respect A slick brother who can easily out fox shit Word to Sean Price and the dseps I can transform like voltron And I got a will that's so strong I'm a make sure that they see the real me On every platform that I post on Ya'll about looks and appearances But that shit's for the weak minded Posted up pics of your fake fun Well y'all doing that we grinded I could break it down to the white meat All I really need is the right beat Word to my name I'm a put 'em all to shame Be a pain in they ass like a bike seat Turn it up turn it up Put the pedal to the metal kid hurry up Drop this in the mix then stir it up Old school in this bitch never heard of us? 25 in the game, like I'm murderous Gotta give it to me straight ain't no curving us No cap, dope rap every verse I bus But can he do it all again, sure enough Oh it's such a cliche Hating on the man these days And I don't need the rebate Start the party like DJs And I'm a let the beat break Watch em do whatever we say The beats and the lines are dope The beats and the lines are dope
Writer(s): Luke Boyd, Mike Joseph Boyd, Duval Clear Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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