Thrift Store Drip

I'm so high I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch Fuckin' on her friend 'cause she sayin' I'm so lovely Hit it on the couch and not that motherfuckin' love seat I'm so high that I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch Bitch you shoulda known I'm in the cut without a barber Fuck the game up, and bust the bands and all the commas First things first, I'm the realest with no Iggy, yuh Tryna diss me, huh? You must really be an idiot Ain't nobody fuckin with the flow I bring, ain't nobody wantin' that south side stream 'Call yo ass a shitty business how you lookin' so Supreme My name is not Mike, but I hit it like magic Best project out, this shit is Illmatic Call me Houdini, I suddenly appear And the rest of the rap game disappears Every single time a diss appears I knock it right back into the stratosphere I could make a home run with a half-assed punt And all of your fans will clap and cheer Yeeeee Put my wrist on freeze Cant fuck with my Steeze Yo bitch fucked the team That's so sad But she bad Had to bag On my list I had to add Keeping track So I don't go back You upset (Why) I'm after all of them checks Don't fuck with my set (Why) We gon put you to rest Say it with ya chest (Like) You don't want no smoke Bitch you gonna choke No oxygen where I go Cause I'm so high I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch Fuckin' on her friend 'cause she sayin' I'm so lovely Hit it on the couch and not that motherfuckin' love seat I'm so high that I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch Bitch you shoulda known I'm in the cut without a barber Fuck the game up, and bust the bands and all the commas Gucci my goodwill Louie my Ross Fam in my will My kids gon floss Don't care how you feel You ain in the field Treating people good Like the pres, I'm passing them bills What Ain want yo bitch boy You just a bitch boy You better sit boy Yuh I could spit half of a 6 plus 10 And still have enough to eat you up in the past tense Motherfucker try your best, it ain't gon' work You gotta push like a mother on the day of birth Me and Troy sick with no prescriptions Markin' you off like you're on our hit-list That's the way out, no other option given If you wanted peace, you shouldn't have been slick, kid Bitch I'm poppin' off like a Molotov Thrown past a guard when it hits the ground Imma knock your jaw, so when you talk a lot Tryna ask around you won't make a sound I've secured my place in the hall of fame When I hit my shows, I'm center stage Breakin' onto the scene and outta my cage I'm loadin' my glocks and I'm takin' names Ok hold up We bout to make you fold up Switching the different flows up Pamper you like a pull up We underground so turnip I got this Chip on my shoulda Shooting, no gun in my holsta I am the god like hova But I'm just starting like nova This just a different persona Uh I'm so high I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch Fuckin' on her friend 'cause she sayin' I'm so lovely Hit it on the couch and not that motherfuckin' love seat I'm so high that I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch Bitch you shoulda known I'm in the cut without a barber Fuck the game up, and bust the bands and all the commas I thought those guys were fire, man Um, like I said, the wordplay The confidence, man That's the main thing To get up there, and just To just believe in yourself And just know that you a MC And you can call out dudes And, ya know, talk your shit And be amongst the greats in hip-hop I love it So I just wanna show y'all respect And let y'all know that y'all dope Keep workin, keep rockin' man Keep grindin' This is a place I think y'all deserve to be So don't give up, aight? So keep workin and keep growin'