Callon B - SHED II lyrics

[Verse 1: Callon B] Ay ay ay ay I got this dope sh** in my notebook you OD off my catalog These rappers sayin' I'm bogus (f** em, f** em) I ain't mad at all All y'all do is just chat and talk I ain't pullin' sh** I ain't laugh at all I'm crazy, guess that hints why I'm inside all these padded walls All my dogs we in the b**h, you on my balls I hit the spliff I'm on the clock don't miss a tick, so focused f** I'm gettin' it Y'all walkin round pretending it's okay that I keep k**in sh** I know you wish I didn't spit like Eminem on "Infinite" I'm underrated others hate it, don't miss a beat my minds awaken What my name is? What my name is? Callon B I'm far from playin We are sedated so much bullsh** that it's hard to take it These rappers basic I can read you like a chapter pages The apples tasted if you're scared you know the chapels waitin' This my affidavit know my third eye's activated Y'all got them 9/11 bars my flags half ma** a wavin' False flag flows, they got me f**in agitated [Verse 2: JoKen] Hold up wait a minute this that white boy flow Got a bottle full of lean and a bag full of dro Need a bad b**h too hey bro where the hoes Lets get buck wild no TV show, whoe I'm in my zone my bars can't pa** drug test no no They be to dope like weed I smoke Got blunts so fat they look like rope We in this b**h boy we so deep Worst nightmare sh** give you bad dreams I got that heat get your a** beat Left hook right hook like Muhammad Ali Uh, can't f** with my team 3 letters I rep thats GYB And f** anything that you've heard about me Cuz I'm the illest mother f**er coming out the P My city feel that too, real rap fool Got me goin nuts I ain't talkin bout cashews I'll pa** you racing to the top Cash rules everything know I'm bout my guap Ridin in the Beamer when I'm pulling off the lot You claiming you hard and we claiming you not Wanna test that theory one hit get knocked Got goons on deck and I'm calling them shots [Verse 3: Frank] I take one to the head like Abe Linc I blow grade A boy don't grade me In the fast lane zootin now I'm making big moves All the sudden mother f**ers wanna pace me? Naw f** that I'm driven more than a 95' Cadallac man true that If you ain't with the movement than move back Got a will to get rich so I'll die just to do that Do you feel what I'm saying, didn't make the cut so she pay just to play Ain't a dime piece so she f**in to stay but if she ain't a nine she ain't f**in no way True, had a lot of friends turn fake Made me lose a lot of my faith When you didn't have sh** I gave you money now I wouldn't even give a hand shake Roll a blunt and hit a back road with a bad hoe Getting Throwed like a la**o Y&R what I've been told, never been in the friend zone Known to hang around with the nympho's Got dope by the pen load, loud when I walk got dro in my insoles Just save all the insults, face facts while I'm laid back with a zig zag full of indo Then I give it to my kinfolk, all I need is a mic and a kit-mo How many songs do it take till I get known and how many dranks does it take till I get dome? Huh, how many?