Crooked I - Lemme Go lyrics

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Nickel nine who rap Live'r, never that Riding, with a b**h and my battery in the back And for that, she asked "why?" and Her Tops getting pulled over modem to black drivers While I shine, chrome , and I wax tire's Picture that! The car fast it's cleaner than Mother Mary It's heating your whole cla** like culinary Pick up your jaw from the floor I'm another scary Cuz' I do more than just oven carry I make your a** look like you've been bobbing for apples in a tub of berries Ain't no motherf**ing hoes here Except the ones y'all be paying like a toll fare My style's like a watched project: You heard about it, you read about it but you don't wanna' just go there Yeah, I'm on some different sh** when I press this pencil against this paper I guess it's just my wicked nickel nature [Hook: Zawles] Well I've been dying to get my voice heard up On these streets, give me some shine and I'm starring the show And I've been blind to all the hate, haters try to show me I'm Deph to the Naughts, ain't hearing no Step back and let me go, go Go let me go, go, (x8) Go let me [Verse 2: ] I'm an original criminal in my lyrical pinnacle Show me an identical rapper I scalp 'em as quick as a Seminal Indian, give me an obvious reason To body a heathen, to shotty a squeezing, I'm out of your league Out of your region. Out of your reach, pushing X Like I'm from BMX, I'm Malcolm and Meech How do you speak to an animal? Beast, I only cypher with producers I battle these beats, the cannibal eats Whatever's trynna' cypff with me Til' I'm on top of the game, right where that snipers be I gotta license to k**, so if you see me shoot Jordan and Tyson chill, I'm only murdering every mic I see I'm the realest, rich as Willis, I could beat a drum and Nobody rides for free, so I keep the meter runnin' Nine loaded (Yes), C.O.B. is gunnin' Blindfolded (Sex), they never seen us cummin' [Hook] [Verse 3: Deph Naught] I thought I told ya', ball with him all you get crossed over Thought he was hot? (f** 'em!) the sodomy starts over When Nickel and Naught gots to recording these harsh vocals Rolled through the park, and got on a crooked I's shoulders Motion the ten broads thats over there on over Slit all they throats, Throw em, and Chuckle with Ron Goldman Oh he's a Twat. What a ridiculous thought process Wanna' be me? Swallow some bleach and cream soda!! Lawdy! I'm the sh** and I ain't tryning to explain it A homicidal violent child dying to escape and I'm saying you couldn't make him be quiet if you was placin' His brain in a vase made of uranium to contain it The zaniest (Sweet goodness!), Flyin' down isle three With a bottle of lube, Cialis and mild sauce. Please Come lick on the dick (Slurp), You rappers should try and not speak I lit a cigarette, it means goodbye b**h, peace. (f** outta' here!) I'm here now (Cheese!), a Picture'd be great This game is a b**h and I'm a trick that's insisting we date Labels and A&Rs, for some reason they looking at me funny (Why?) "Degra**i?, eighteen??, white!?? MMM, MONEY!!!" (Mister Deph!) Dammit, you better off tryna' take Hellen Keller Down to your cellar and start yelling her name - I don't hear your haters hatin'. Zawles come out and say it Drake, I'm 'bout to make it, make way for the next generation (Ra!) [Hook]