Teimless Knight - Theraflu (Prod. Teimless Knight) lyrics

Verse 1 I like my eggs with maple syrup, f** yo turkey bacon Yo breakfast fakin', thank the Lord another day for chasin' That paper waitin' 26, and I done been amazin' But I been pacin' Tryna figure how to make a statement I hit the basement Negative dollars, but bigger vision Ain't been to prison You be praisin' bangin', pistol grippin Y'all Crip or Christian b**h yo label make all yo decisions Yo own admission Models, cars and bottles Ain't on my list, head-on collision Transparent, y'all can't never see him I'm friends with Liam Touch my sh** and hoe I'm Jackin' U But no EDM Space fallin' wit no parachute Need Theraflu My fans patient, and they call me sick That's very true I made this track and then i hit my job You quick to knock Behind the scenes work, but yo girl a fan And she quick to slob My DMs on fire lately Got 2 yesses, a lotta maybes What' s my type? petite & nice Got a lotta ambition, vagina crazy I been a sideliner, when it come to music This year, I'm writin' crazy Got one life to live, gotta price to give For everybody wanna ride the wave I ain't healthy Hook Cough cough, cough cough Sick Cough cough, cough cough Sick Verse 2 Try yo CPR Dexter's Lab on DVR Fresh Prince season DVDs Still got a VCR Got Nintendo 64 My PS2 be crashin' hard I prefer this sh** to all my dates And that's the saddest part Some of y'all been rapid stars I'm more like a burning bridge Usually I'm uplifting, sharing visions And learning kids But, from time to time Accelerate, i turn and skid Sky high, I feel like I'm too short My favorite word is b**h You… flashy like you Diamond Dallas Page I'm more like Undertaker, Kane When I move I make it rain Bars hotter, and homie i got Harry Potter chains I rep my own sh**, and I'm still winnin' Tell me what the f** you claim Gotta drain the bottle Hook Verse 3 All the women that done turned me down throughout the years Thank you so much, ‘cause y'all the fuel behind my rap career I wasn't pullin', i worked out and got my a** in gear Now I'm cut up, yo lady bussin' when this hits her ear She on my nuts, i'm out for greatness not no second place Ain't got time for no second dates Hit that rum and coke, wit' that henny then you gon' levitate My record straight, to keep it 100, you rockin' 7 eighths Weapons race, strapped with that hater repellent just in case Eww