3-Peat

All this time up in the bing Been the shit still Wit no deal Care less how you pricks feel A hell a buzz like the heavy weeded Ya lean and make ya feel me Just fought my demons Think they meant to kill me Youngworld hiphops reign man Bought the game back Derranged man Derailing on tracks just a train can Full steam boy go postal Not ya mailman Slay men This so god like no pale hands Top here to put my name on it And ain't leaving Bringing heat veins ice cold Temps like changed seasons Fakes leave em Either dead or his face bleeding And ain't breathing Jungles out like its ape season Boy bringing them goons out Ya tuned out Tooly out And things get to flaming just like a bulls snout That leave their ass on dirt floor On all fours Hardcore shaking down blocks On it like coke wars Aint messing wit me dumb dummies Wut ya want from me Belly full from a fat stomach We eating and feasting Homie that's a full plate These dogs hungry Catch em chewing on a raw steak Don't play ya all bait And part ways wit all lames This thing go deeper than heart pains Sinked in aint no telling where this game took me This thing like wet pussy To cover this ground need ten bookies Take too much dose of this might flatline While mapping mine Crunching these numbers Fed like flat time Belt buckle hard cold ass whooper Watch the chef cook ya Game on tip like picked boogers All this time up in the bing Been the shit still Wit no deal Care less how you pricks feel A hell a buzz like the heavy weeded Ya lean and make ya feel me Just fought my demons Think they meant to kill me All this time up in the bing Been the shit still Wit no deal Care less how you pricks feel This a Lakers show And thats a three peat The game ill never leave it Boy i'm the future You could never see me Sick of all this bullshit rap Man their trashcan Change rap Eight styles in Wayne a rap band Naw not a single sucker staying wit me These lames slay em quickly Cut em in half Split em fifty fifty Now who here wit me Sipping soda while blowing sticky On my ditty bop Too high Passed the roof tops Dude hot Firm on feet Put it in tube socks Summer time weather So yeah im on like boob shots If they hand me the rope Ill leave ya hanging man Feet dangling Skin burned toast No anchor man Got the hammer man Incase jams get out of hand Bright lightning steel You boys slip banana peels Ain't even got on my sick shit Or pissed yet Pussy clit Munched down Sucked dry from wet lips You can ask ya chick She like a cold freak In her stomach I'm tounge deep Her body all stiff like cold feet Been the man Yall well cooked pasta boy Ya all food These live shows like operahs boy Take heed Ya best bet to keep stepping Whole team hard wreck things Set the bar and heat checked it Yeah I'm hard You rap boys ya tin can Im ipman Kick yall ass post like kick stands Bout a dolla You ain't bout it then ill holla Whole team turn pasta When their sitting on that hot stuff All this time up in the bing Been the shit still Wit no deal Care less how you pricks feel A hell a buzz like the heavy weeded Ya lean and make ya feel me Just fought my demons Think they meant to kill me All this time up in the bing Been the shit still Wit no deal Care less how you pricks feel This a Lakers show And that's a three peat The game ill never leave it Boy i'm the future You could never see me