[Hook]
I'mma come swinging like I'm Kimbo
Had to raise the bar, motherf**ers tryna limbo
Looking for the boy? I'm him tho
Kimbo
They be talking sh** til' they slit throat
Still facing L's like my Winslow
I'mma come swinging like I'm Kimbo
Like I'm Kimbo
[Bridge]
I'mma come swinging like I'm Kimbo Slice
Your girl like my boots, said my Timbo's nice
I want the whole thing, need a big old slice
And pray in the morning cause I sinned all night
It's Haze
It's Haze
k**a
[Verse 1: Kamre Haze]
World on road, ol' boy wanna street fight
I'mma beat it up how I treat the f**ing beat, right
I be cooking up, leave you rare like the beef, right
I ain't gonna slow down, I don't need a green light
No telling, what I got planned
Nobody, is gonna stop Kam
I really am the type to panhandle the pot
I really am the type to manhandle a thot
Tell em look around, where the f** am I at?
Top of my game, where the f** is y'all at?
Swerving in the wrong, following my path
Pussies tryna copy cat? That's how you die fast
Live young, die fast
Pissing on lawns, setting fire to the dry gra**
Said he got heart, just wait til' he bypa**
Acting all hard, when I seen him he said "My bad"
Motherf**ers hated us
Changed up quick, like they sniffing angel dust
Me and Tone been doing this forever
Real sh**, it don't even take effort
Turning sh** to gold so I guess we is some alchemists
Said my story don't add up, she take Calculus
Get out of my face man
Really just mad cause his girl in my waistband
[Hook]
[Verse 2: OG Tone]
Vietnam what I capture
Eyes wide shut for the closed caption rapture
Rap sh** be told, I'm more lyrically exposed
Then the Edgar Allen Poe, and the casket close after
I'm finished
Assessing all of my digits, a**a**inating these victims
And piling more spinach onto my dinner plate
Thinning they blood, iron them out
Steel in my lungs, steering their young brains
Hearing the sound of change, rattle my bones tattle
Tale strangled, the homies the face in the mud
Placing my money on people who never bet
Tone would turn to a threat, threat would turn into rapping
I'm snapping off like Tourette's
And touring is my pocket, I'm lashing it out
Crashing the market and making static that's big that's big as my bank account
An addict to my prescriptions , subscribing all those who dissing
The dungeon is where I lead em, oven is where I heat em
Cook em up and they servin, they doing the time of thirty
My Supra's is getting dirty, I'm stupid from all the p**y
And b**hes they keep on flirtin, I'm flying away
Hiding away, the pigs is coming, I gotta escape
Momma, I said, this freshman come up to me the other day
He nervous as hell, I whispered "Son, you ain't got to say"
He said it though, I let him know, I could've roasted his a**
But y'all treat hip-hop like a joke, I put respect in my craft
Yeah, I put my respect craft
I put respect in my craft
[Bridge]
We are, Batavia's Finest
No need, even to remind us
9 Vine, that's where you'll find us
Might leave you mind f**ed, don't even mind us
We be in the cut like Kimbo Slice
With two bad hoes, my Akimbo nice
HAZE