[Verse 1: Zilla]
Fixed a plate of pancakes my stomach ain't acting right
They k**ed my n***a Billy lost my motherf**ing appetite
Hillsborough life getting too deep
Nightmares every night been on my mind for two weeks
But God bless his soul, he's in a better place now
If I ever catch his k**er, leave that n***a faced down
Hit the geeb to relax these nerves
Its action on sight can't relax these verbs
Started freestyling tracks, n***as thought I wasn't spitting
But I'm back with these writtens, to leave you sh**ting, that's a given
On a mission to go missing till you listen
I'll be pissing off...
Labels, fake rappers and fables
n***as that say they selling caine, but really they ain't able
The money is on the table, you motherf**er
Reach for it put you through it like a f**ing Dudley Brother
Now that's 3D so I'm right up in our face
You should ask Riordan before you invite me to your place
Cause I been known to wreck sh**
Get wreckless
Let my dick hang like my necklace, b**hes getting neglected
No time for that, trying to make this album epic
Pancakes And Bacon, listen to this sh** at breakfast
Right after you wake and bake
If you need a great escape
Hip Hop been slacking but trust me I'm here to raise the stakes
Like beef on a ladder, TLC Match
Waterfall the geeb, bringing TLC back
[HOOK]
I don't trust to many n***as, I'm avoiding all the handshakes
Feeling down, so I'm drinking till I can't stand straight
I was taught to keep it real, never been a damn fake
I'm just rapping I ain't trapping, all I flip is pancakes
All I flip is pancakes
All I flips is pancakes
All I flip is pancakes
[Verse 2]
Went from ReRack to bean bag, I'm sitting comfy
Went from rehab to knee scab, I'm peeling money
You n***as still just funny, evil laugh evil laugh
f** with Zilla if you want, I beat yo a** beat yo a**
Go ahead and call the cops
They come to me, I call the shots
MLB, NBA, NFL I ball a lot
Ya'll should stop
I got a lot of sh** to say n***a give me a book
Ya'll f**ing thots, I'm trying to wife Olivia Cooke
Cause she's gorge and that accent is so damn s**y
Somebody tweet her my number and tell the b**h to text me
Rap game Norman Bates
Ignoring hate, who*es get raped
Lying a** rappers get your motherf**ing story straight
I got a glory ache, I'm really really proud
Smoking on that megaphone its really really loud
HUH?!
I went deaf for a minutes
I don't trust hoes, I ain't have s** a minutes
Disrespcting them critics
Not investing in gimmicks
Its like everybody raps now, this sh** is so ridiculous
First n***a from the Burbs hitting you with lyrics
Bars after bars now these hood n***as feel it
Hip Hop to the soul man I got Biggie spirit
Local celeb, Twitter get the blue check for me
@LacrossePinny n***a tell you b**h to check for me
Better chill we get foul and here its no referee
I rep Boro to the motherf**ing d**h of me
I'm so 908 you gotta k** me here
If you ever looking for me b**h I will be here
TSC is an army, Navy Seal me here
T$C is an army Navy Seal me here
The last b**h I f**ed was Kaylee
She dumped me two years ago and she hates me
So that should tell you where my mind been lately
Focused on this music give a f** about vagina
Smoked out playing beats chilling in recliners
Need a reminder, why no one is illa
All these rappers pray to me, that's why they call me God.......Zilla
n***a!