Drew Bakes - Type R lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] London my city, I own the keys I'm new in the game like I'm vietnamese But we don't ball the same I'm in a different league And I'm the ankle breaker And I'll snap your knees Point guard flow man I'm scoring 3's Making rappers fall like Autumn leaves Off the bench, now I'm the court Ima change the game I'm the new teacher here And you ain't getting through with ease That's for you fake rappers Who are fake students Who don't study rap And don't help the movement Time to throw your deuces The storm is coming We're bout to X-men out like Marvel movies Like the Fugees, ready or not here I come Only a few G's in this game and that's us G's not for gangster man it stands for Gods And He made us kings, so in God we trust [Verse 2] Took off the roof, now I'm creeping in the attic I ain't got 8 bars, I got automatics Every verse is like a 8 ball, tell them they can sell it Treat the fans like fiends, break it down like mathematics But the day my problems vanish, thats the day I say I'm winning Never call me conscience, I'm just honest, how you living I've been chilling with some vices, maybe I need some advice I've been hiding all my low's, with a cup full of high's Pray that my mother never see me in my ways Jay poured something in my drink, I'm tripping anyways Im a drunken master now, praying mantis when I pray You a prey, and where that dussy at Yo where them goodies at Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, where them cookies at I be Kidbrooke living where them hoodies at I be on my bone thugs posted with a skull cap Back on my old stuff, and they ain't even know that [Verse 3] Feel my brain Feel the pain rain like Wayne Oh you're tryna save the game, then we k** again I been doing gains in this motherf**ing booth k**er B.E.V the truth dealers Was a lying lion, till I enlightened my lions And now we shine like a orion Not writing to be alright, not writing to let it slide Fire at 'em in they thigh, keep on running till you die Cowboy in this b**h, make u diet in this b**h Leave you skinny like me See you tryna get it like me I ain't got sh** where your ID Who are you n***a f who I be You ain't Stem from my tree Where your roots, where your troops, where your boots from Take you back when them Mali's were stealing trainers Some brudahs ain't adapted to the changes Scared to leave your area code to meet your homies Eyeing up another brother you don't even know me He's so mentally phoney, we so vanity prone We still popping them bottles with no food at our home Iphone with no 3g, eager for a TT Broke get rich ima repeat, he he Now I'm with this chicki Know she with me, think I'm with it She was quick to give me digits When I f** the feeling finished Saw me out in Greenwich, with the team looking Vintage How you been how u living Looking pretty, wanna get it [Verse 4] Come let me tell you how I did it Ain't no price for the dream's you were selling You're a dope kid heard they call you Dope Rich Where's the dope at Where's the white stuff blood, tell me where the crow's at Im above that, birds eye view be the eye sight Got a God's eye so the sights right Tell me sell your soul if the price right Bun that, I'ma saved child so its God's life I swear your in BEVGANG cuz I don't fully get all that BEVGANG stuff Your tunes kinda hard but your crew look sus With your tight jeans on, kinda look like mugs I just did me and kept doing it Time went on and every n***a they be doing it Now they like my song but before they be slewing it Started from the bottom but we up in the movement