Ayo - Assa**ins Invention lyrics

As I enter in the game Not really worried about the fame I should introduce myself by giving out my stage name Mr. Nene to the haters, Stanko to the ballers Didn't mention b**h n***as cause we don't yall to call us Stand at attention as I plan to mention Im recreating my own flow call it the a**a**in's invention I'll a**a**inate the haters, all the whack rappers And make it so far in the game that I compete with the Guptas I've never been violent but I got n***as on my hit-list ‘Stanko's getting hot' bring the crease I got the iron fist Your girl ain't married but its funny how she'll miss us And you'll hate us and then diss us But we won't have time to discus Casue we keep aiming further like our life's a game of discus I'm on the road to success traffic officers wanna stop us Surrounded by these haters and those that hated on Jesus Delivering sickness Thank GOD for picmix fixing pictures Back to business, you'll find me working on my fitness Murdering rappers, and getting rid of the eye-witness With no a**istance, they really amazed by my quickness Y'all better make a clearance cause I'm about to make my appearance Someone get a baker and teach these n***as how to make dough I'll be a sole trader with no price-tag on my soul I promised to spit a few bars Stabilizing my future I bend rules like the Last Air-bender from Avatar Music to your soul, I'm about to go skin deep I.C.U but on your own n***as couldn't breathe I bring that young flow to floor, my aim is to grow You like my hip hop, make it pop, turn rain to snow I heard them say its over when the fat lady sings n***as think they fly but couldn't even afford chicken wings I bet that line made you smile, like you taking pictures Call me MC Hammer I plan on nailing all these b**hes Y'all clearly see me getting money, I must in HD I share it with all my n***as and those I regard as my family They go Stevie Wonder, they see nothing wrong with my flow I'm just getting warmed up for the punchlines I'm about to throw They've been waiting patiently so they could come and hate on me At school they ask me for money, I guess I pay your salary Cause I illuminate your hood and shed light on the matter Sick lyrics force you to go and use your grey matter Like a 10 without the zero your probably Juan Mata Your busy with the snakes I'll be climbing the ladder I'm on fire like some weed, I stopped, dropped and rolled a blunt No label I Spitfire, these fake n***as just got burnt I handle it from a angle as if my first name was Kurt They tried to kick me when I was down, all I did was feed em dirt Cause when it gets cold, you'll find n***as with no coats I open my wallet so these fake n***as can take notes No jokes I'm for real STANKO