Tommy Gun - No one's iller lyrics

[Verse 1: J$ensei] I see snake emcees slither as i still there pray Why the f** do I feel this way? I should kneel and pray for people who k** and spray Going crazy over the bills they pay, still to this day I pop a big heel or a tre b**hes lip slide my dick like the rail that i skate Have them say "jake, why you spiting so ruthless?" Not giving two sh**s Choking your opponents out until they look bluish f** decisions this liquors got me acting foolish And I'm going in with these two fists Trynna knock you tooth less After i gave the Feds bad manner So they wanna throw me in the slammer My life a'int no glamour Im $ensei the master Little out there like NASA Go get you bachelor Cus you a'int a rapper We bring disaster like a tornado just past ya Trees got me stuck like a splinter or plaster Im buzzin to blast ya Lightyears ahead of you This is one love instead of throwing lead in the .2 Had suicidal thoughts because he's dreading the truth f** it, i just want some head in a coupe Heading to the booth To make some bread for the soup Why your crews begging for loot? You better lace up your boots son Cus its time for war As them stray bullets hit you can hear the nine just roar And you laying on the floor Not wanting more What the hell was all that tuff talk you were saying before? Hook: No one iller than me I said f** it, no ones iller than me No ones iller than me [Verse 2: Tommy Gun] Mr T.G from Albuquerque Got you rappers biting your fingers Verse exciting, giving you shivers Flow dirty as aids blisters Scissor kick your sisters while we playing twister Bumping Twista, twist a joint Bump this joint Prove points that I'm on point Never disappoint When will i reach the end point? Never, my tommy gun is loaded like Constipation You get bloated, dis throated, dis coded, and roaded On top like a toupee Bumping Lupe Verbal AK spray to your face Embrace the pace i pave Ima beast stuck in my cave Break your shoulder blade This rap is my arcade My fun place i love maine Multi syllableistic My raps are to mystic for you people optimistic Cus im too explicit So artistic with the writing craft So journalistic Never have a draft Realistic Ladies on my shaft Leave you outlast You get gra**ed and smashed Blast a hit with the cash Cus you said this music was trash All you haters can kiss my a**.. Yeah Tommy Tommy [Verse 3: Exquisite] Its like Bad news till the day that my cash rules And these past dues Been getting to me like fast food And this mad dudes His flow be stronger than bamboo And he had to aim it at your head like its shampoo Never simple on a sample Im more strapped than sandals Like you better be cautious when you f**ing with us vandals And they calling me an a**hole cus i tell them that there cash blows But its like you f*ggots look at cheese like you lactose If i be packing hoes the way that i be packing bowls Then stacking dough a'int rational to have some f**ing cash to blow A master flow who does it like a mother f**ing champion Put f*ggots to sleep I guess he's something like an Ambien So check it, its the man again Haters be banwagonin' Cus chicks be fantacing and this youngin's flow be damaging So get to panicking man, you don't know who you f**ed with Cus all you kids napped like your a** got abducted.. Hook...