[Verse 1: M.A.L.C.]
Hold Up Lil n***a I Gotta
Get Busy And Switch Up The Flow
I Know Some n***as
That'll Come Through
And Kick Down A f** n***a Door
You Know I Be Rocking The Mic
Like Its Ice Never Chasing No Hoes
Not Trynna Be Broke
So I'm Spitting That Dope
As I'm Chasing These O's
My Flow Is Dominant, I Can Spit
Talking Quick, Start An Apocalypse
I Spit Like A Shotty, These Lyrics
Will Make Your Medulla Oblongata Lit
I Get It In Wit These Rappers
I'm Mr. Miyagi
Training Them Like Karate Kid
sh** I Do Know Some Of It
Hit You With A Crane Kick
And Make Yo Body Flip
I'm Chewing Up
And sh**ting These Rappers
Out As If These Rappers Is Lunchables
Nun Of 'Em On My Level, Boi Im Hot
As Hell And I Betchu, I'll Pummel You
Defiant And Fierce Like A Lion
See I'm Like A Giant And You Is A Peon
My Verses Worth Hundreds
For Certain, A Cypher
No Karaoke Or Sing-Along
Wanna Rap?, Do A Beat Box
We Be Spitting Bars
We Don't Wanna Let The Heat Pop
(Nah)
And You Know We All Box
The f**?, My Uppercut'll Lift
A f** n***a Up, Like A Seesaw
And You Know We All Raw
Swear To God Ima Have
These n***as Jumping Like Oswald
Play Ball, Don't Abide By The Law
Nowwa Days Us n***as
Don't Trust No Brawd
And I'm Bout To Blow Up Like A Bomb
The Effect And
I'm Finna Tell You What Was The Cause
Nowwa Days n***as Ain't Got Bars
The Rhymes That They Spit, Is sh**
It's Not Hard
So f** Out My Section
You Come With That f** sh**
You'll End Up Ejected
I'm Young And I'm Reckless
Cash Linked Like A Neckless
Young n***a Finessin'
I'm To Busy Caking Up
Haters In Comas
And They Never Waking Up
You, And You, And You
Fake As f**, If You Got sh** To Say
Might As Well Save It Bruh
If Anybody Really Trynna Try Me
They Would Kamikaze, It Don't Matter
I Know These n***as Wouldn't
Catch A Body If You Threw
A Action Figure At Em'
I Can Hold On My Own
I Don't Need A Ghost Writer
I'm Fire With Pen And Pads
How Can I Be Wrong, From The Dome
And I Don't
Got No Problem With Spending Bands
When I'm Out On The Prowl
Observe These n***as
As They Copy My Style
This Smack Town
You Could Get The Smackdown
"Reloading On The Beat"
Aye, Bring It Back Now
Strapped Up Like Velcro
Show Up At Your Window
Or Peephole Like Hello
Thots, I Could Name Several
Most Of These n***as Got With
And They Just Can't Let Go
Drill A n***a Through His Headset
Get Up 5 Times, Hit Again
Like n***a Is You Dead Yet?
Lay Him Down In A Casket
With Flowers And Roses
To Be His New Pillow Pet
Revival Gang On Deck
Yeah You Know We Up Next, RSEnt
I Dress So Fresh, Guess, That's Why
Your Girl Wanna Ride Me, Like A Bentley
Pockets Looking Like Football Pads
As I Walk With Them Racks In The Field
I Don't Mean To Brag, But Is You Mad
Cause My Swag Looking To Ill
Ona Whole 'Notha Beat To Be k**ed
For The Money I Could Build
Yeah I'm Never On Chill
Lotta n***as Sweet, I'll Just Sip My Tea
Cuhh It Ih What It Ihh
Look f** How You Feel
I Done Got My Glo' Up
With Hoes In The Crib
Shawty She Bad, (Damn!)
I'll Hit The Dab
As She Dance On My Dick
I'm Fully Charged
With These Bars Like A Battery
So Look Why Would
You Get Mad At Me?
Intelligent, I Work With Strategy
Said My Verses
Worth More Than Your Salary
They Know That
We Purging On Purpose, I'll Have
You Running Like A, Subway Surfer
You Courage The Cowardly Dog
And I Bodied Your Turn Sir..
Or Should I Say Bihh...f** It