J.Styles - The Leagues Enter-Mission lyrics

[J. Styles] Shining like a wrist watch Spit it nasty, imma need some mouthwash Spit it clean for a dirty kid from the block Working hard clocking, you n***as novice Boarder line psychotic, pretty much nonsense If you think you k**ing, n***a put up some guapage Nate got hooks, call him for narcotics Make the right decision bucket list em if hes driving buckets Dead him if he talking big, but ain't got a bigger budget Standing in the mirror with a, compa** and a**umptions Trying to find a dream i been chasing since a youngin' What you find? nothing. well lets get into something Wes snipe him for the day, my trigga dead lay Combine that, like its NBA draft day No interjections from these inner city legends Reverend tell them don't question us, cuz we can't be questioned Point blank [Lunare] Serious as a cut throat, end of you imma get rope You will be the perfect target for fifty cal scope I'm that fish you can't catch in your grandfathers lake I'm something new, to you old buds here try a taste Didn't mean to have my genes on your ex lovers face Truly sorry you cannot, hang with the monster Tearing up the beat, us we call be-slaughter Got her soaking so much I could own a brand of water Your saying your the sh** but, i say i'm the flusher Duster, your the victim, i am the abductor Liver k**er, richer n***a, brain splitter maker you quiver I'm your bomb ticker, i am murking side snicker She satisfied when i with her I can be your tongue twister [TRUTH] Several shots running down your block Poppa dead momma call the cops Momma crying there they lying Laying down the law this time check the timing 11:11 o'clock, better make that wish on the dot Dim the lights we bout to black Back with a back pack with black sabbath albums and a couple black mags Put a couple n***as in a f**ing black back n***as at your neck and i chop your deck, and i chop a spade better hit the deck Like im in his face if he trying to disrespect Specters in my sleep astro-project Just another sleepless night in the f**ing projects And i project that you n***as ain't gonna make it till the morning and my guess Is that you'll end up guest At this vacation hotel in hell, got hell in a cell Either way n***as won't make it out of here Either dead or in jail Known to the world no opinion here Bury the minds and i feel like a convict cuz a n***a can't speak his mind So i keep my peace n***a, take this nine