Christ - IV. Bout Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Ali] Let me remind you again We at the top, n***a Just settle in Simmer down Put that pipe down The weed you smoking must be too loud Don't you hear that sound, n***a? Sound of the drums Rat-tat-tat-tat since you wanna bust guns I don't mean no disrespect but when a n***a outta money gotta put him in check Keep him in balance Triple Beam Dreams I don't mean No Malice You always be in the back like a ad-lib Give me an instrumental and I'll rap it Christmas time I live in the present f** a future Wallet full of dead presidents 9 to 5 and my n***a pop a 7 She spilling out her life to me like I was a reverend That's real Never gave a f** what a b**h had to say I'm ill f**ing with real n***as keeps the doctor away I'm a ma**euse, masochist Lay the pipe down, she keep flooding it I k** your girl's cat, give your condolences And if you ask about the city, know we running it Impeccable flow Polished enough I am the God, you the prodigal son I spit enough flame to burn up the whole sun Make your life inexistent, irrelevant cuHz You lying under me just like a rug I blaze up the booth with this knowledge and truth I'm ancient, alive This wisdom inside I am an owl that is aging like wine [Hook] You don't really know about me Yeah, motherf**er you don't really know about me Keep my name out your motherf**ing mouth Only time it's ever said is when your girl is talking about me Talking bout, you don't really know about me Yeah, motherf**er you don't really know about me You don't really know about me Yeah, motherf**er you don't really know about me [Verse 2: Christ] Now, motherf**er, bet you know our name SL, b**h, we produced by Liu Kang Couple people hot cause we drop that flame Got no reason to drop a name Young prophet and I'm f**ing profiting Every verse is added to the Bible Every shot gets added to the rifle All of these bodies get added to the pile Preaching that light and I'm leaving y'all blind, fool sh**, I gotta spit it with a blind fold Grab ya b**h and poke her fore you even see me, you quit That's a blind fold With the all american girl But to me she just a blonde ho Triple 7 agent 11 times, James Bond, ho Word is bond Why you stuttering? Your bond broke Bet you all broke and your mind broke Only thing I broke is the f**ing bank Know you scared of these shots Motherf**er, I bang Dope lines are metaphoric So high, I'm euphoric We go so hard, motherf**ers can't ignore it Not just a rapper, I'm a f**ing a poet Grab the fo' and po' it No longer being poor, it's all looking up Your girl on her knees Man, she's looking up b**h, you ain't k**ing sh** Christ reembodied I could bet that you're a Christian So you follow me, you pray to me I father thee, you're prey to me What you gotta say to me? Prolly usher in your confessions b**h, you ain't eating In line for concessions Getting no attention We keep on winning Couple savages, that's how we living Drop bodied we was bound to make a k**ing If you getting any medals Motherf**er, we stealing [Hook] You don't really know about me Yeah, motherf**er you don't really know about me Keep my name out your motherf**ing mouth Only time it's ever said is when your girl is talking about me Talking bout, you don't really know about me Yeah, motherf**er you don't really know about me You don't really know about me Yeah, motherf**er you don't really know about me