GDP - Black Guys in France lyrics

[Verse 1: GDP] f** a throwback jam, I'm a grown a** man That'll still flash on you like a bone graft scan When they be like "Oh, Slangcorp - I know that band" But I'll sh** all on your hood like I own that land Soul survivor, survivor sole You can Lamborghini Mercy all them lies you've sold but Lord have mercy my time's so close I can smell it in the air and I feel it in my bones You see it on my face and you hear it in my flows all the Pain in my voice and the rage in my foes, we Life without parole controversial Yall rather sell raps for bud light commercials and Light the purple, but b**h you ain't Cam'ron You ain't a A&R, you just put your man on Black guys in France changing tampons Slangcorp run a f**ing train on your grandma G iller than a Suge Knight/Russ Simmons posse cut Who else on the track? Probably Puff Like if the blunt's laced - probably Dust And if I ain't get back about your beats its cause it probably s**s And I'm sorry but I'm commandeering vehicles like DMX. Party Up! With some gnarly s*uts Shorty a** so big the car door could hardly shut What a rap martyr does - eat your f**ing ghostwriter bars for lunch E-z Widers, cigars and blunts Smoking loud pack got tar for lungs, succumb I moved to Brooknam cause that's where the b**hes is at Them naive b**hes all pissed at their dad Like is it me or just as his staff Yall only talk hard on an internet chat Ya girl a bird - yeah a chicken in fact She gets stole like Yogi bear's picnic basket Kids'll get blasted, kicks'll get ran quick G get daps for his infinite raps...shiiiiatt It's nothin, it's easy, I close my eyes and just...f**in I just do it That's my sh** though [Verse 2: GDP] f** a throwback at noon, G'll roll back your crew Verbal abuse'll beat your soul black and blue, uh Soul survivor, survivor sole Motherf** an email dog see me at a show with them rhymes you stole From my lines and no- I ain't spittin on your album 'less you signed at dough I left Philly cause the streets was kinda chilly With sleaze kinda filthy all this E is trying to k** me but I doubt that Sour diesel and loud pack Vomit over dubstep beats and now you found trap Eating off my scraps like how's that? Black guys, Paris in flames, yeah - douse that f** it, no one's f**in with me this year No one's f**in with me this year on some emcee sh** I promise, I swear to god GDP - it comes easy to me, the sh** comes easy to me Excuse my French but I'm in New York (He's a monster)