Intro:
Oh yeah
All bars
Ha!
Tukays
Bazz man
Lets do this!
Sikeee!
Hahaa
For real though
Lets get it
Verse 1:
Inducted into the world at half past eleven (Go check it)
On the eve of 1st March 1997
Love life (Love life)
Got as much vision as Stevie
But i
Keep wondering
And like the capital of Ireland our money kept Dublin
So now I Can't be out here doing music with just anybody (Nah)
Ain't these n***as tired of being bodied to the point
They wanna..It's like (it's like)
Be somebody else (Dawg)
They still bump your old sh**
And never really change it (nah nah)
They set up a playlist and never rearrange it
And you wake up wondering how you haven't made it
At the same time, you're wondering how you're still faded (It's like Dawg)
It's like the life you're living
It's all hallucinations
They don't appreciate the flow, the bars or the cadence (Nah)
Vendredi le treize, (Goddamn) and guess who's playing victim
Nah scratch that, mann, guess who's playing Jason
All bars and no hooks
One verse with no bridges
Keys to the doors, keep it, i'mma rip it off it's f**ing Hinges
Sheesh!!
Man
The flow is flames now
The way i'm sounding is like Meek coming out of Jamestown (Damn)
I'm tired of tyrnna tolerate the same clowns (Dawg)
It's like ain't y'all really tired of the same sounds (I'm done)
It's the beginning
But I'm still running n***a (Go flip it)
Swear i pulled out but somehow I'm still sonning n***as
Verse 2:
n***as from the west
I'm beating my chest
HX2 my g like DJ khaled we the best
Wanna ball George best
Far from my peak no Everest
Never rest until my heart stop pumping blood up in my chest my g
Tyryna be the best my g
Tukays sick like Leprosy
Noah cook a beat
Ay buetey don't tell them the recipe
f** wiv me don't f** wiv me
Profit is my prophecy
Noah beats had to put your beat up in a coffin g
I hit up shabazz he say ay waspoppin g
Drop another banger make you dance like mary Poppin(s) G
Drop another banger get you hyped like you was Poppin E
I'm just tryna get my sh** exposed no double dees
Heads up I k** beats mon ami
Your boy grind n***a what the hell is dadabee
I want bread like Lebanese
Aim like Katness Everdeen
If you don't know the catchphrase is grrrchigajheeze graah!!
Shabazz:
Man it's shots to your Dome now
The way I'm shooting I swear you're home bound
Where's your home now
Close your dome now
The way i'm flowing i can tell it's my own sound
King Kwame:
Yo
Mind on the prize
Eyes on the game
An MC test me he's digging up his grave
An MC test me he must be f**ing brave
n***a, no lie, no chains like a free slave
Shabazz:
Man, that's word to Tukays
So I had to kick it up a notch
It's that periodic flow
So i swear you know that i had to kick it up her crotch
So listen
Now the flow is just different
I might just go back to the times that i never used to listen
Now i glisten
Listen to the flow
I'd swear that nothing's missing
sh**, unless we kick it
But listen it's just Tukays
And 2 plays
And i , usually am gay but i'm too straight
But with straight A's and a couple B's
I'm just trynna get this dick inbetween her double D's