Illecism - I Got Grapes lyrics

For da boy Who dat? Y'all remember him Inderkum High; tall, dark, hella slim Got noggin in the bathroom across from the gym Now he uses Nick Toons to put you on to the N North sh** I be putting on to the end I hawk spit, listeners get lost in my phlegm Hate, and you may cause a grin As I imagine you dicking off, two balls on your chin Subs! Busting on you wipe it off You don't like it? We can battle with a price involved But mic fight don't go there, that's no fair You busters know my flow rare as a Tyson loss That's why I still got checks when my Nikes is off Thought your style was generous but you ain't nice at all My Vegas n***as say your soup, they don't like your broth That said, you can't see me when the lights is on I rise and shine, hop with my mans in the car To burn a B as tall as Kareem Abdul Jabar That's me and Banks, bought some bud you can't manage to spark Some Cali Kush you couldn't cop with a cannabis card Man I'm a star, vandal at large Stealing your chick Ask me to quit? I'm still in your chick No game either, see follow,turn on a beat All I do is spit, she swallow I go deep, so deep Ima need goggles Tell her to stop the boppin Freshness is not an option I get a bundle, flip it Make a trip I go and cop sh** See me I know what's poppin So if your swag is dripping Than meet the broken faucet Drip drop, your sh** drops, whackness Everyone hates Chris Rock Tighter than Illy? b**h stop Rock L.L, burn cool J's The hottest rapper in swat Took this to my manager This is heat, what he said Told my friend put this on repeat, he said A stranger the beat made him wanna shake dreads So many folks slapping me my cheeks should be red Rapping is my gift, magic when I spit So give me your helpless beat I'll make a cla**ic out this sh** You see when Raz is in this b**h They recognize if they can Hair so long now broads asking if I'm mixed I can't blame 'em I feel like Goldilocks without the porridge Y'all hibernating on me I can't bare it, stop the snoring In 2012 most rappers finna stop recording I'm not of this world so the end of it's not important So keep a mic on and make sure it's not distorted They want it with me Ima see 'em all, Eye of Horus The beat asking for a hook, but I ignore it These n***as know I got grapes bruh, f** the chorus A seasoned vet, new flavor, and I'm McCormick Home on the mic You renting, I got the mortgage I'm finna rain, your roof couldn't stop the pouring Your fans stare mine go dumb when I'm performing Did the backpack, hipster rap topics boring I spit about sh** that I feel is not as foreign I am the greatest human being since Chucky Norris Sag my gat, and how I tuck it like Delores Finally making chips be stunting like my Dad So even if she never hear me rap she like the swag Ain't gotta do much, walk by she chews it up Like she's trying to get the crumbs out the bottom of a bag, of lays Hey, the chicks dig the poise They high tech, turn on when they hear my voice So turn my sh** up, go ahead enjoy the noise If you can't do it for self Then do it for da boy, boy, boy X4 If you can't do it for self Then do it for da boy, boy, boy X4 If you can't do it for self Then do it for da boy b**h! Tell me I ain't got gas n***a Oasis man take me out