ProVerb - Write Brothers lyrics

[Intro: Plane Stewardess] Thank you for choosing Write Brothers Airlines You can find exits located at the front and the rear of the aircraft We will be serving complimentary crack on this flight Please have your vials in the upright position, prepared for distribution and/or takeoff Thank you! [Verse 1: Pro'Verb] They thought it was a game, now we back in it Can't see that windowpane 'cuz it's black-tinted Did I mention that we're in a plane? You rap n***as can't intervene 'cuz it's in our veins - crack, n***a! Like a trap n***a, cooking it up You high? Look to the sky, you're looking at us n***as look at the buzz DMV hero with the cape and still don't know what he is capable of Talk salty, have you tasting the slug, lyrical shots at you Might have you tasting your blood The foreplay like the brain is enough Y'all be making it up, you maybe lean (Maybelline) I fully lean, like the cane is a crutch, and the balance is off One shot to make it, the silencer's off This is Lambo flow, the Challenger lost, n***a Your mileage is off, I got Gallagher bars I'm Excalibur, your caliber's off Your next calendar just count as a loss, I'm standing out as a boss No stylist involved, but still flyer than y'all [Hook: Pro'Verb] You see L spit a rap, it's probably nice You see Pro in the hat, it's probably right Either one on a track, it's probably tight Catch both of us together, it's probably Write Brothers! [Verse 2: Lyriciss] I hit 'em with that 1-3-1, let me get in my zone I'm like the barrel after spittin' the chrome I'm hotter than most I ain't saying I'm a k**er, but really, I leave the competition feeling like I'm probably close Like Cochise & Rev, living life on the edge Or I'm the fist that drove his chin to hitting his head They dead, who testin'? f** it, a new lesson Tell these dudes grow up, they're pre-pubescent Yeah, a lot of y'all with a feminine tone With a weak pulse, sounding like them '70s phones Yeah, I'm too major for these Little League n***as So dope, I quote myself like Lil' B's twitter Re-tweeting my lines when they peek at my mind I earned stripes, my life is Adidas-designed I feel like Darrell Green in his prime, you can get picked off The Write Brothers pulling the win and we ain't kicked off You don't get play in the ride, n***a, your sh**'s soft Everything about y'all backwards, you Kriss Kross With all of your sh** talk, I'm bound to get pissed off Lay back & learn the ropes - Ivan Kristoff Think about it... [Outro: Plane Stewardess] Thank you for choosing Write Brothers Airlines! We hope you enjoyed your flight And remember, no matter how hard you try, you'll never be as fly as us, n***aaas! [Hook]