Darius Henry - Rhymin' lyrics

[Intro:] Yo, yo, yo HD, Brooklyn, that 94' n***a from 94 n***a, word up It's the Franky on the keys And you know he does that sh** with ease And I'mma spit clean Alright n***a, I got this sh** [Verse 1:] I'm from the Eastcoast, with a flow that please most She might tell you she celibate, bet she letting HD stroke And yo it's no, contest steppin' to me with that nonsense Spideysenses for hammers you can say we got a nine sense Look, I'm not a top-shotter posted on the block, Glock-co*k For the fiends, Frank Lucas up in the sock I almost was Stevie Lucas trying to be like uncle Frankie Addicted to fast money and women who call me daddy Glady I picked the mic up BLAOW I switch the style up BLAOW I broke the rules and got a flow to f** your life up now You write your thoughts in 140 characters I express myself with this lyrical cannabis Yo, you can try we'll never tie, check your laces Uh, I'm at the neck but f** them southern outrageous Yo, It's HD, watch me spread across the globe Your talk means nothing if you n***as can't show Tell 'em don't come with that, bull, I'm not a matador Hungry like, jamba juices infested by carnivors Lord, your slicktalk will have you knockin' on heavens gate We see through your front like b**hes on they wedding day, n***a [Verse 2:] Check it, now when my tape knock rock drop Thugs gon' lick shots, mad birds gon' flock And fiends gon' puff that, yo It's HD taking over for monopoly I'm far from gay, ain't no way a brother topping me, pause Now for that almighty dollar Berettas hold power so these cowards get devoured You cower for plenty hours scared to lose yours in Glock showers So you cop three 4's from Mr.Eisenhower Now who's to flame, just a product of the block They won't never catch you tripping, cuz' you keep a tight knot, uh A good dude just got caught up in the evils We living in America so n***as keep the eagle, yo I digress now what's the topic? HD A fly n***a so your girl swallow my co*kpit, yo I'm on the rise so these n***as wanna diss f** you Rugrats, you don't talk, you lipsh**z It's about the cheddar, 'bout the cheddar is what they tell us So we overzealous us cuz' they oversell us We want to live better, and sip Amaretta So we stacking one till our blues are more better That's Washingtons for you n***as that's incompetent You make the wrong moves you'll get pressed like we're laundering Greatness is what I'm pondering, thought it then I accomplish it Keep your lips sealed if your talk is less than consonance I got dreams of whippin the best this ride They asked me to k** the roach, I put the pest aside Only green that I need is this motherf**ing cream Rap schemes from these n***as cause they see the lights and chains gleam They don't see the nights of staying up perfecting rhymes They just see monclers watching expensive time They say I'm below the totem pole This little n***a got flows that'll toast all foes Like, lock and load though they keep the Glock close Leave 'em red like a Maxi, cause it's murder that I wrote We some straight faced n***as, but we cheesin' for the cheese The gangsters never smile so we cheesin' 'em for the G's "Since 94" you should bump it everyday But I'mma end it like this, A.W.Y.A