Boom Bap Funk

Step up, who wanna battle me, I'm not your average MC

You beefing with me, suggest you vegan **** watch your calories

Money motivated, we be all about a salary

But fuck a bad economy and I ain't working hourly

Sour d smoke got me hungry, I'm devouring

Anybody who tryna get eaten like cauliflower

Beans, and I'm a hungry man **** eat a salad

Aiming this .40 cali and hold taking your palace

Mad stylist, the Wu got me on some shaolin shit

Chk-chk BLOW! blood spilled in the chalices

Paper chase, push weight till palms gain catalysts

All day, everyday, the hood I be standing in

I ride by in an all grey Challenger

Petty possessions that motivated me 'round this shit

What up to Uncle J-Dawg, he locked down again

Next time a relly come out, we count thousands

BLOW! How you like my style?

How you like me know?

**** didn't know that I was coming with that boom bap funk

That boom bap funk for yo trunk

Mutha fucka what you want?

I tell 'em like..

BLOW! How you like me know?

How you love my sound?

**** didn't know that I was coming with that Boom Bap Funk

That boom bap funk for yo trunk

How yo like me know?!

I put a Vise Grip to all my vices, I just gotta have it

I gotta grab like a hand full of cash

To support that habit, I'm going rabbit for the cabbage

I out-lash, I'll kick yo ass just for the cash now

I hit the farms just to get myself a cash cow

They done got me assed out, black outs, a bad drought

I ain't made now cheese in six weeks

My connect been sleeping, I'm putting it to a beat on repeat

As real as the crib keeper that creeps through the streets

I'm just hoping I'll never meet my defeat

Same shit that I been saying all week

But this time I had to grab the Mossberg heat

With this rhyme if them **** flip shine

It's almost like hitting his wrist or killing yaself

They got a hit out on my ego, I'm feeling myself

His team try to interfere, he couldn't kill it himself, bitch