West Egg Illuminati - Sk**et lyrics

[Intro: RC] Sup West Egg n***as? Man these bum a** n***as tryna take over the rap game man f** y'all n***as We got Tampa on our back and sh**, y'all n***as weak, y'all n***as sweet man The f** y'all wanna do man? West Egg Illuminati, y'all dirty a** n***as man f** is wrong with y'all man? It's the Bay ho My n***a Benny, Gatsby, James Diotic [Verse 1: James Diotic] Yeah runnin' it like Jesse Owens, tryna get that messy flow in Fix it up then mix it up, yeah I know I really go in Yeah where you goin', steal my raps, this is golden, this is crack The size of life, deal with that, deal some crack if you need This is real what I breathe, nothing hazy this ain't weed Yeah, so cut the gra** and paint the weeds You wanna fade, you'll fade to black Holyfield, Evander rap Hold your ears before I snack So hold me back Lacerations on my back From centuries of pain and lack Lack of food, lack of math Lack of learning, lack of path Tell me where we're equal at Call me stupid watch your back I'm just a little psychopath I ain't gon' lose my cool 12 to life, that ain't cool Grandma told me stay in school Uh,and go to college change the stance And stand up for what I want that's what I chose to do [Hook: West Egg] Put that sh** in a sk**et And watch it burn And watch it burn And watch it burn X4 It's the Bay ho [Verse 2: BennyFly] It's the reutn of the psycho bringing' the thrill like Michael A disciple, spittin' verses like I'm spiteful Towards the industry but I rather focus my energy On my similes I'm tryna make it to the major leagues And keep it movie' like a centipede, f** my enemies Those f*ggots could never diminish me I'm going on a k**ing spree til' those f**ers rest in peace Leaving' drums and kicks deceased when I murder beats n***a I'm a beast Yeah, and it's exactly what you think Mastermind ideas while I'm sipping on a drink Takin' over sh**, faster than you blink Flowin' so smooth like water down a sink You can catch me writin' in my pad, in the dungeon Or just chillin' with the villains gettin' in to something You can catch me writin' in my pad, in the dungeon Or just chillin' with the villains gettin' in to something [Hook] [Verse 3: Gatsby] Can it all be so simple? I found happiness in blond b**h's dimples Til' they never call back so f** em' They say I'm an a**hole, b**h it takes one to know one Sleek, me being weak is like Hell havin' a cold one Leave stupid s*uts sighing, might let you console one Slow pokin' while she chokin', always lose control dun Leggo like bear traps, I snap like fingers and thumbs At poetry jams, you damned if you think I'm gettin' done Roast n***as for fun, c**aine til' my veins blue It's not a damn game, or a f**ing Hurricane shoe 310, ballin'! like I'm on my way to Yuma Run it on hoes like Puma, but I'm never calling I can jock my on nuts, jump on my own bandwagon And burn it down then throw fifties at strippers that like tittie slapping Crush a four leaf clover, and tell these n***as press they luck Tell them stupid upf**s that they can shut the f** up Sk**et