PaperPlatoon - Spark Master Tape lyrics

[Chorus] Tell em' tell em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck Tell em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up Tell em' I don't give a f** about a runner up That's why we bout to run on up like we just all been thunderstruck We been a problem Built a whole lab, talkin' at their dinner probably Bout our whole gang and we run on anybody Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return but first the world will starve and burn [Verse 1] When I hit up the clinic, they say I'm clinically finished I say I'm just getting started, they say I must be retarded They said I can't live a minute sh** I've been living for hours I've been a menace a cop k**in' villain never diminished the power It's Eiffel towers and castles, battles and showers of acid tablets devour you plastic rappers, empower the masked ma**es, the... King Kong Gorilla the gold spitter Dealin' the kk**a' of coke to all the dope dealers like... [Chorus] Tell em' tell em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck Tell em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up Tell em' I don't give a f** about a runner up That's why we bout to run on up like we just all been thunderstruck We been a problem Built the whole lab, talkin' at their dinner probably Bout our whole gang and we run on anybody Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return but first the world will starve and burn [Verse 2] Half of my brothers on the lockdown, and a quarter 'bout to open up some shop now Other quarter that i got'll hold the squad down, with a leader that'll shoot the whole block down About a week ago Charlie got that access code, on your email in that brand new apple phone We ain't been out of business we ain't as bent out of shape But we still like you mutherfukkers that's making the cake [Waka Flocka Flame] Mans gone blast what n***a at one This won't last long you rappers dont got no back bone You get no dap homes you actin through your last song Ain't no different I'm still creepin' like my TracFone I know that kinda guy been stackin' a 9 to 5 My n***a from the flock I'll never get a 9 to 5 We've been [?] you can't seem to find the time We'll switch the sides and this pistol give me k**in' vibes You said you married to the money see that Mary is hungry And I'm on that new money like Hariet Tubman What ya' scared or ya' buggin, Better get off and get it Let me know if you with it, I got the dope and the b**hes Mike Tyson when they robbin and they get it f** showing respect, I'm out here [?] and gettin Looking for the weed and crack, Lord I'm sorry for sinning I'mma let you n***as finish but I'm only beginning Waka Flocka [Spark Master Tape] I'm a phantom in a phantom Ghost rider k** them with the balance Kilo of the coco boy named her Holly Valance Run up on the game, forty four to keep them challenged And a shout out to the Heron God, keeping no traces I been heated young, k**er since the seed was sprung We gon' need to see the coffin when man all this sh** is done I'm a dogmatic, stillmatic, real static God have the ill habits, lord help him [Chorus] Tell em' tell em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck Tell em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up Tell em' I don't give a f** about a runner up That's why we bout to run on up like we just all been thunderstruck We been a problem Built the whole lab, talkin' at their dinner probably Bout our whole gang and we run on anybody Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return but first the world will starve and burn