Matlock - Brand New Nikes lyrics

[Verse 1] Guess who's back f**ers? Roll that weed up Engineer, please turn the goddamn beat up Cats' ridin' tails on your man's tuxeda' Yo I sonned a hundred rappers but I ain't gon' feed ya' This my new sh**, I'm back in business If you didn't get this you're on my sh**list I'm at your doormat like Jehovah's Witness With Balboa's gloves ready to go the distance FLY PIG up in this, haters are nervous Thinkin' I'mma say their little name in my verses I ain't a maniac though, I'm a man with a purpose If I sh**ted on somebody then they prolly deserved it Bags of that purp' sh**, OG Kush Tell your friends about them yo but this the shush This rap sh**? No more beatin' 'round the bush I'm the new Jesse Jacks', Operation PUSH [Hook] Brand new Nikes on, brand new hat Fresh out your b**h with a brand new rap Knock knock, motherf**er, guess who's back? With some sh** for your a**, where the f** y'all at? [Verse 2] These girls like "You're such a f**in' a**hole Mat!" Cause I'm with the next chicken in eleven minutes flat Fans give me dap then I sign an autograph Sayin' "Thanks for the support, one love" and all that Some cats hang around smokin' my cigarettes n' Stressin' me out askin' all sorts of questions They wanna know the secrets of my magic like Kreskin Like I'm gonna break down now and start confessin' Here's a question people ask a lot: "How you write your rhymes?" You wanna rap? Then watch: I smoke ma**ive blocks of hash and pot 'Til I float through space like an astronaut Then I scribble on the page and the track his hot Then I wave on the haters like a traffic cop And Mr. Show Promoter better have my guap I'm a motherf**er, just like my ba*tard Pops [Hook 2] Brand new nikes on, brand new hat Fresh out the booth with a brand new track That's right motherf**er guess who's back? With some sh** for your a**, where the f** y'all at? [Verse 3] Everybody talking' 'bout your boy ain't right Cause I cross out tags in the broad daylight I built my name out of bricks not hype Respect the architect, Frank Lloyd Wright My first two sh**s', had hits accidentally Moonshine, two-times as strong as your Hennessey Mixtape, sick straight through to the endin' G 2707, crime of the century Mention me in the tale of this town Bring some motherf**ers if you comin' for this crown Swim with the big fish, you bound to drizz-own Middle finger up, never turn my sh** down I'll get down 'til I'm up in a cage Got paid, no one's seen me in a couple of days Puffin' haze, cuffin' strays, son I'm stuck in my ways Ain't dumb in brains, I'm just too f**in' stubborn to change