Ea$y Money - Bars 4 Days lyrics

[Verse 1: Termanology] I got bars for days, bars for weeks That's why these rap dudes never wanna spar with me I step in the ring and break them down like Mayweather Never lose money on a bet so I save cheddar When it come to bars I left a hundred scars On these rappers' careers, I'm laughing in tears I'm on my 50 sh**, starting beef when I'm spitting sh** You funny cats dancing around on some Missy sh** Your boy fresh, cleaner than a hospital Cooler than a popsicle, hustling them crops of dro' Corny rappers only do it for the bread So my rhymes leave them baked, I'll turn them to cornbread Leave them cooked, deep fried, you [?] What I spit, you sweeter than a beehive Since knee high all up in these streets I Been earning my stripes, the block wanna see me shine [Verse 2: Ea$y Money] Listen, I hate to say this, but damn I'm back, Term Got bars like a franchise tavern All my joints is crack like got damn Got a Earl Boykins gat, will not jam Hit the booth and I rip Always spit truth when I spit so get used to this sh** Move with the fifth, y'all anorexic Little on the waist, doose doose on the hip ''I'm shooting them clips'' what your man'll say When it's beef he stole the scale, ran away My hammer spray, left kids missing Only time your hammer spray is when your pet pig pissin', listen My life like a movie I swear for arthritis he get all the writers It's ST, all my troops go hard Don't play the two-position, but we shooting, God [Verse 3: Nitty Scott, MC] The B girl specimen, hustle harder than a Mexican I got the regimen for anyone I'm better than Little men, jiggle these gentlemen like they gelatin Genuine, knowing I be getting under their melanin Toss my flow up and the crime rate go up; criminal Lyrically k**ing them by the syllable And I don't mean to belittle you when I say it's pitiful That you could ever claim ovof a chick with better literal These rappers so incredibly edible Strip 'em of that pedestal and down to their skeletal Unethical, does my menu offend you? Man, I be selling out, but just the venue With these bu*ters on my feet Word to my boombox, gun is in the street Yo, this is Ziplock fresh, catch you whiffington This is Emily Dickons on that piffington Uh, and that's just how it's gone be The kid so free oxygen breathe me Terminating the talent, this type of talk is tactically Witty Nitty up in your city with Termanology, what?