Lyrics

Uh, yeah, the beast's unleashed Whole clique dope with the east I breathe Everybody wonder when I reach my peak 'Cause the bars and the hooks and the beats by me Say more, I hate Then how do we write? If it's wrong, I don't wanna be right Pits in the booth, and I got a mean bite Now I'm out here lookin' like I won the lottery twice Ain't nobody got time for that The young white boy coming with the violent raps And now I've got 'em wide-eyed, like insomniacs And when the bass drops, sounding like a bomb directs So watch your back, but the kids been next All up in the game, gotta disinfect White motherfuckers showing disrespect to the OGs Bitches, I'ma twist your necks Might flip my shit, while I flip this check N to the Y, bit of shit I rep I be out back with the hits on deck And the roll to the top, don't miss no steps Been about the bidness, ya'll won't ever get it Make another mock and I'ma hit it Better tell 'em I'm the illest Let me get a beat, I'm bad I'm about to kill it, down with the realest Everybody know I'm bout to do it to the finish, like Ain't no additional options, know that we killing these imposters Know that we lit and we poppin' Me and the homies got shit to accomplish You with the mass appeal, livin' a fairy teal Breaking down the walls, better repair the seal Every time I do it, every bit of the track is killed People keep on telling me I'm finna get capped for real But I've been advised, I can either live or die I don't really wanna wait until a better time Unidentified, you are not a kid of mine Spit a line, I'ma eat it up like dinner time Pit Bull with a bone to bite So hit me with your best shot, but it won't suffice I choke the mic, I'm sounding like a poltergeist Anybody wanna dis, think it over twice Uh, and I aim for the top Let me get a champagne, I shake and I pop Everybody give it up, I came for the guap Everybody like him would've taken a drop Still hate, but I'm not surprised Man, I get it from the best like Pac and Nas Just know you ain't ever gonna stop the grind And just pray you survive when the gods arrive, I'm like Still hate, but I'm not surprised Man, I get it from the best like Pac and Nas Just know you ain't ever gonna stop the grind And just pray you survive when the gods arrive, I'm like
Writer(s): David Breukers, Vincent Jacovelli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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