Lyrics
Ooohhh this that boom bap
I'm too old for trap presumed whack
I need two naps and yoga mats
My bones snapped like MF DOOM tracks
The duos back
Undertaker and Kane tombstone crack
Ya neck bow your head show respect **** move back
These two black dudes in Cadillacs the new Outkast
Meets UGK Ghost and Rae
Red and Meth til our last breathe
It's the Legion of Doom with these raps hope your boots strapped
Unlaced when off them shrooms tripping but it ain't no brooms
Getting hitched to two lesbians get licked
Sandalwood incents and candles the wick lit
Smoking in the hood with my **** the Wick lit
Yo when it's summertime crime rise like some biscuits
And after mischief wrist flicks and them bricks flip
You find yourself in court you need support like her tits lift
Braziers and ginger beer for the pain now the game shift
Yo check the penmanship
We ain't no rappers we some writers
Track assassin's for hire
It's honor over designer
These acid tablets flying saucers and lighters
I couldn't possibly get any higher
The Yeezys on my feet the cyphers complete
Peep the attire
It's getting it's getting it's getting kinda heavy
It's getting it's getting it's getting kinda heavy
It's gettting it's getting it's getting kinda heavy
Two of the Illest Unknown you wack rappers clones
It's getting its getting it's getting kinda heavy
It's getting it's getting it's getting kinda heavy
Its gettting it's getting it's getting kinda heavy
Two of the Illest Unknown we fitted for the throne
Ultra black Off-White checks on
Matter fact every box checked off
New deposits keep me toxic like Hasselhoff singing anthems
They should've tomato soup canned him
But him and KITT just like me and Jahnne such an ill tandem
Jersey connect shit be so random
Redrum over these old samples
My young boy carry the stick they call him no handles
You **** flows canceled
Got Philly **** with birds like the old Randall
We used to eat off the curb ear hustle around the OG's
And soak up the game to feel young when you a old geez
Just get you some pussy low miles with the pro knees
You know the keys to life
Money to fold will keep you eating right
Fuck starving we cant sleep tonight
The work dont stop this is Gods will
Serving my purpose every word in my sermon is hard still
Used to say Harv chill too many curses
Its not catchy you never finish your verses
Where the club shit for strippers to get em twerking
Or the girl song on the radio they could work it
You need a hook like him or some other person
I went the furthest just being me on this Earth kid
Its turbulance
Up there where the airs rare
Copped the whole thing my **** we dont care to share
It's getting it's getting it's getting kinda heavy
It's getting it's getting it's getting kinda heavy
It's gettting it's getting it's getting kinda heavy
Two of the Illest Unknown you wack rappers clones
It's getting its getting it's getting kinda heavy
It's getting it's getting it's getting kinda heavy
It's getting it's getting it's getting kinda heavy
Two of the Illest Unknown we fitted for the throne
Written by: Harvey Henry, Trever Gallman
