Chuck Inglish - World Series lyrics

[Verse 1: Wally Left] Feelin pac'y, feelin snoopey, feelin blu'ey, this the vintage west Vintage left coast, but the hornets on that emblem just Some homage to the NC, im carolina's diamond I rhyme n they lie in terror (terra) You lions to a lycan, '95 im from the livest era Hate? I never RE:, streamlined like ferraris, treadin dirt like a RV Playin gangster roles in the game... y'all some RPGs!Geez ya PRs is trying to get you bodied Yo, I hit a switch and I lifted like hydraulics Left top tens in my dust n they tried to get high off it Could have gave em the world, I swear i had the sky boxed in Gods in the skybox watchin me box wit my conscience Snakes trying to frame me with them apple cores Wh*res tryna play me i dont play dat f*ck you think im fappin for? Could have been Bruce Wayne, but hoes Harley Quinnin' I give em 5 years til they apply for Maury visits I ain't gotta flow my name where honor roll lines at Now they lookin up to me like the bottom row at imax At rappin i am Jack to stalks, capsules to capsule corp I put lil n***as to work like managers with staffs of dwarves k**acalifornia, Wally prolly gon have crowds like the whacky waving inflatable arm flailing emporium 49er gold minin forty nine year old rhymers And harlotts with scarlet letters like they roll tidin' Need to roll by him! Thats that sh*t i can't atone Chuckin thunder rods from the clouds like i'm the Hammer Bros Mount Olympus. Rapper tried to kick my flows they found him limpin down from the mound for pitching I'm world series LA dodger roster worthy Rock a brim low n my broad is awful curvy Louisville tilted on the shoulder, herringbone, c**a cola sittin on the coaster Bench warmin' but I ain't here alone This b*tch sent me a text but i ain't hear my phone That's that World Series '88 sh**