Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Ekwuaju
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm not the type to front
I'm lacking in the wack section
Where the cats check in
Should have stopped you and asked questions
Anybody with a wack answer
Is a cancer to rap
The chancellor's stance
Cancel cancerous tracks
From enhancing what's wack
And I'm the damn man
I make bland grand
Bands plan to scam fans
Ya man plan to land fans
And make hands stand
Expand the brand from here to San Fran
Half the homies white
So I could really make the fam tan
It all depends though
If I'm willing to bend pens to the trends
So I can spend ends on a benzo
But I don't rap to get bands for a track
So don't even step in jest
To attest your the best in the flesh
Cuz I'm the manson of rap
If you plan to make an advancement
You need some enhancement
Unless you chancing the fact
That I'm willing to slice your neck off
Acting like I'm a samurai
I look so dope
Man I think I'm making the camera fly
Somebody shut this bitch up
Cuz I'm about to get on the track
You better listen and react
To when I rap because it's crack
And it's a fact most of these cats skills wack
These cats killed rap
I'm posted in the back
With a black steal bat
Lack a gat
But I pack a rap
And the cat still strapped
My rap act as a mac
Snap and your cap peeled back
Y'all don't sound right
Y'all should check my sound bites
I'm giving a quick dose
Of what the spit supposed to sound like
Potent as what my folks smoking
That got them choking and hoping
To cope and scope a rope
To zip close to ground height
Click posted down like
Whits piff lit
Flick of the wrist
Sip the liq
With a quick toast to crown knights
Writer(s): Michael Ekwuaju
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