Thaqwerty - RicRoss lyrics

[Verse 1] Ga!! Enemies plenty Call em Kenny McCormick see Throwing punches I'm k**ing Kenny constantly Fist red feel a f**er soften Underneath my timbalands Rock the hublot 100 bands Fat stack payments My Accountants drive Maybachs Ice on the dash when a b**h wears grade-a bands Playing Al Green and a puff of green hit me All these women melting and I ain't even dizzy She's insistent that we leave the party go get busy So I let her peak! Feel em melting as I speak Leaking all on my sheets Cleaning bill coming round about 5-G a week Hitting the goal Please don't reach Can a young-blood stop me when I crossover this peak? With the moves like Jagger my swagger is reckless Might hit this b**h that's grabbing on my necklace So you see This sh** is reflective Of my transitional sk**s They're so reckless I know Moves like this Expected Leave you staring Gaping And hopefully breathless [Verse 2] Stealing second like I'm Kenny Lofton Roll the dice like I hit up Vegas often Feel the crunch of a k**ers teeth, monster Fear not d**h but fear me constant Ice on the wrist bounce like rubber bands Moving like a smooth criminal do that Michael dance Rock the single breasted suits and the timbalands That's the plan in this b**h, we Dress so elegant Fighting fire with fire you don't stand a chance Out of the fire and into the frying pan Your a** is ga**ed! [Verse 3] Thank god I'm able to drop the sh** that rock Breaking through bad I'm the one who knocks The lightning bolts striking I'm the one who shocks d**h strikes fast I'm the Paul bearer Precipitation that's dangerous equals My reign of terror It Redefines the era I Rewrite the laws Reaching around grabbing you by my claws Forcing you to pause and pay the fine Regicide is your plan to remove the divine Yet I'm in my prime How can you stop me How can you top me You're running out of time Make up your mind I'm like jordan game six my time to shine Rise above you and destroy you with my mind All the non-believers,y'all better run and hide [Verse 4] Hold up now This sh** is incomplete Would I really be me if I didn't bring up defeat? My whole album feels like a shout-out to madness Failure and sadness, boredom and cra**ness I wish I had the same problems as these others, at least from a poetic sense I'd make you shudder But when a door gets closed a window's opened So I stumble in Bumble in, through the cords, applause and roars More like "get the f** out of this sport" I retort "Sport, the only thing I sport is a 5'7" figure and a general knowledge bank of america" So this is my mind Regurgitating sarcasm one rhyme at a time Is that really a crime?