Dutch Masta - Poetic Assa**ination lyrics

[Intro: Dutch Masta] Gambit, did you find them 2 cards yet homie? Haaan? [Verse 1: Dutch Masta] I'm deuce four I'm on my grind You seven eleven you nine to five I'm feeling good I'm feeling fine Pa** the Dutchy pon the left hand side Yea you better start running because we know you a track star Revoke your scholarship because you ain't show up to cla** bruh Because you in my studio tied to that computer chair Guess you think you Coolio living that Gangstas Paradise in your head Send that heat wifi coming through your f**ing speakers You on that Soulja Boy? Man I should have jumped on Ether Now hold on, shut up, my fans about to throw up I been doing this about 2 years and you still on the come up? You been doing this since fourteen acting like you got a gangsta grillz Yeah you can deliver a flow but you gotta make sure ya lyrics k** Gotta make that blood spill insulted I did not feel And if you was so real you wouldn't have to make it clear Sit back and crack a beer I'm courtside you third tier That four five is chrome steel, bop bop all in ya grill Yeah you callin me Dylon because I spit that hot fire This just in breaking news Gambit just got fired Seventeen years and you ain't relevant Angelina retire Double AA you can be replaced just like some bald tires [Hook: MGK and Young Jeezy] [Verse 2: Dutch Masta] Y'all some sweet motherf**ers treat you like some now and laters Rip you acapella now then we clowning on you haters later I don't need a f**ing beat just take a seat do us a favor Plethora of hollow points pick and choose your favorite flavor Intelligence and relevance that's whats gonna get you farther You celibate not heaven sent you should change your name to father Gam-b**h you not lyrical my flow sick it needs theraflu I'm turnt up from head to toe that dope dick just ask your ho Got her running for that long stroke make her touch all ten toes You impatient motherf**er you knew this sh** was coming Stick to what you do best motherf**er get to running