Lyrics

This is craftsmanship An avalanche of magicness Placed upon a pen, a page, a pad A composition Tell my competition Ambulances must assist them I'm on a tandem Foot on the pedal Palms on the handle These niggas tangent your circle is damaged Please don't cross those lines Criss Angel I make shit vanish These is tell tale signs Should have told you, should have warned you These niggas in disguise These niggas styles is fabricating lies Oh my Oh my No gin and juice or 90 proof I wild out when that Henny loose Ye on stage I swiftly tell these muthafuckers Give me two times to feel a vibe that ain't love These is new rhymes for them boys to run amok Riding through the village through the jungle I see Tryna be like everybody but you can't be me Penny for your thoughts really when the fat bitch sings News to your eardrums this is NBC Riding through the village through the jungle I see Tryna be like everybody but you can't be me Penny for your thoughts really when the fat bitch sings News to your eardrums this is NBC Fuck your ABCs and fundamentals Blood at the tip of pencil I hear the tempo and let the pen go like the wind blow Again yo It behooves me how you do me It be all smiles that acting shit for the movies If your shit ass, I don't need Proof Keep it to you If this shit Crash It's a Kamikaze let it loose Born 3 16 These 3 16s lethal injection Tell Ice Cube I need a split screen To show off all the flows, is we there yet? Niggas confused they don't know then get chin checked I'm touring out the Matrix Call me Neo Soul Red pill is my favorite I'm seeing just how it goes Go toe to toe with Tony The Tiger just to relate Fuck being good, nigga I am great I'm showing off my hood I represent my state Chef hat off to the top And tell my fam to pass the plates Riding through the village through the jungle I see Tryna be like everybody but you can't be me Penny for your thoughts really when the fat bitch sings News to your eardrums this is NBC Riding through the village through the jungle I see Tryna be like everybody but you can't be me Penny for your thoughts really when the fat bitch sings News to your eardrums this is NBC I got my mental on my money My money on my mental I know my doctor hate me These bars is fucking up my dental I got my mental on my money My money on my mental I know my doctor hate me These bars is fucking up my dental
Writer(s): Haanesha Smith, Haanesha Smith-johnson, Kirti Pandey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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