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Lyrics
Yeah, let's take them back to that punchline style baby Who the fuck wanna battle and go The first two bars will make your whole body shake, rattle and roll Ain't no competition tonight I'm known as the best thing to hit rap since the invention of mics If you strapped then you gotta pop You don't got bodies, the only case you ever had was an Otterbox When my pen hits the pad it's unorthodox And I ain't trying to make friends, I ain't Courtney Cox Nigga it's crunch time And I'm hungrier than a fat person in the back of a lunch line Don't make a nigga hurt you It don't matter what color you is you're still green like a ninja turtle I spit facts only You can tell when I rap on a beat because it's like a holy matrimony It's like a marriage of carriage and baby trying to sleep Though they nitpick I won't let these fuck niggas get to me, nah Nigga why you hating on me I'm just doing my thing Lightskin, long hair, don't care about what you think, yeah You can't be mad at me dog it is what it is The beat is getting fucked like I'm doing porn And I don't trip when they try to clip me no matter what foot the shoe is on I write songs to the beats I made So you know that he got paid when he got played I been over these duck rappers How you let a nigga in the game that like to bend over and get fucked backwards Call him actress Since he can't rap I'ma send shots and keep using him as target practice Y'all are not stars You would think I was holding wet soap in the booth how I drop bars Yeah I'm dumb with the pen You ain't hard, only scars you got comes from a syringe Them tinted windows will creep on ya When it comes to making music I'm more instrumental than Sweetwater If you don't know what that means go and Google it Get your noodle hit, the heat will toaster struddle it, blow Nigga why you hating on me I'm just doing my thing Lightskin, long hair, don't care about what you think, yeah You can't be mad at me dog it is what it is I'm in it for the longevity I got the recipe and the equity to have my pockets on Precious, b You fuck around they gon' put you where the heavens be And have your family forced to hear a reverend speak I make a phone call And you cartoon Simpson ass niggas will get juiced like Orenthal I don't know about you, but I was born to ball Not to be spending my rec making phone calls Drive around in foreign cars, and designer labels Like a dummy iPhone I'm just showing off She see's that and she's feeling neglected Telling me you're gonna regret it if you ain't more involved Yeah that'll be the day When these little new age rappers focus on rap and not the pay Let's burn onetime I'm like a thirsty nigga wanting more juice I've returned to the punch line Nigga why you hating on me I'm just doing my thing Lightskin, long hair, don't care about what you think, yeah You can't be mad at me dog it is what it is Nigga why you hating on me I'm just doing my thing Lightskin, long hair, don't care about what you think, yeah You can't be mad at me dog it is what it is Yeah nigga, it feels good to be back For the first time, a-ha, yeah ) Lincoln Heights (Lincoln Heights, NorthEast) and we out Sheesh
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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:35
- Key
- 6
- Tempo
- 96 BPM