Laundry Day

See my team with the right staff like Moses I do wonders Split quarters double point dunk scorer And I do cover every single outcome like water hover Talk to your Jesus Been fist fighting instrumentals since a fetus You against us if you don't believe this If she asked for my photo then your bitch cheating I'm in the field Olympic meetings Only few have seen him I'm the close to perfection like I'm Norwegian Guarded broad day but still they coming at Knight So if you round tables I authored then my penning I might Pull my weapon out an rock-a-by baby my baby was right Life's a bitch who needs some dick for goodnight Ah, looking for my bitch in the c-section Whole lotta chippi's and weak brethren So I stay fly like these feathers I was born fly like please Evan Don't question my faith please leave Evans There's no ducking from these weapons Shells go through him like please egg him Blacks go through it like depression Bars hit your soul and leave tethered Your spirit go up like three sevens, yea My bitch bad like a demerit I pirate your album and e-share it So niggas on the street get it Balaclava mask owner I was ready ask corona Life's a bitch that's covered up but nigga I already know her Stay in lanes that are climate to you Great Dane students specials are you Low prices are your bars in the room Fake chains niggas rhyming bout too Diamonds on the chain dancing like niggas in them Spiderman suits I cannot be bothered I need peace only Had to wash the sins I need Zen only Got a kite from the big homie Sent it home after laundry day Let the keys shine We never state the obvious The best like Banksy stay anonymous This mic put me around a lot of champions Thrown a punch there Tyson (Get Em') Where I get this over bearing confidence? Where I get this aura oozing opulence? Had to take charge like the red jumper cable to a positive A dubb come with L's if you following Run up all my cheques nigga Remind me of them days When I used to play chess really checking niggas Go figure Uh, glove on my right hand I could never kill em' but my mic can My right hand man over their night stand Loading ammunition through the mic stand This mic be a trigger happy hype man And I'm the real definition (Of what?) Of ever growing competition Even though we had to fight for recognition Head to head collision with the opposition It's an accident if the opps winning Cool, calm,collected and collecting (Facts) Some Rappers lack talent connected That's why their positions stay threatened We just lay low let the music give the message And that's it