Will C. - BBB (feat. Righteous & Z-Wells) lyrics

[Intro] At this is DJ Yung Spice Wilson on the 1s and 2s you are now tuned into D.P.R. Radio DAT WAY! [Verse 1: Will C.] Switch lanes, I'm the kid that they ain't Big things I just did what they can't The foundation, the brick to the paint Set in stone that I'm gone be a great In the flesh but I'm gone in the face Not faded I'm gone for the race Keep up when I'm changing the pace Deep cut in the jugular space You at odds with the people you were supposed to guide I'm the sole survivor, a whole MacGyver You a whole vagina Wrote scripts as a kid it makes sense that I'm the poster child I'm cold as ice They can't see me like I broke the iris It's the rap game poltergeist kid Ugh, and Right here I'm controlling the light And if I still can't shine I'm taking over night (that way!) Put your shades on prepare for the glow k**ed em all in time for me to make it to the show Put me in a box they so afraid to see me grow Open up the truck I think I got the room for you Multiply multiply multiply, k** Who am I, what am I, without my sk** Lotta people doing crime but they ain't real If you can't take a hit get off my field I, think it's time to let me in the game Ain't no other drills for me to do Tried to cut me from the trunk up But you can't live without your roots I put my heart soul and foot in the game They put, charcoal and soot in the game Tryna, burn it down before I win But I, gotta win Im one within [Hook: Will C.] I gotta tell the truth I wanna see that coup I gotta tell the truth I don wanna see no roof I gotta tell the truth They been tryna be underground I been tryna be worldwide I ain't tryna just hang around [Verse 2: Righteous] So longevity driven, more spice my recipe gifted Stayed gold so my enemies livid Now my truth got raised cause everything fiction Have rights but the left lane twisted Now confused which direction I was given 5 fingers left, better make my decision fo' the shine as a guide Disappear so it's missin They don't really care about real IRace, chasin for what looks great Like you only read one book page And you knew the rod was connected but yo a** still took bait, Shook fate People goin ghost like it's PacMan Got them tellin jokes I'm Batman Temporary happiness, sad man run in the closet young Stan Had a bad plan, god damn [But n***a it's in yo control I promise] Life is a horse and it's speedin the fullest you gotta stay on it, Grab a lil seat [Don't go and make yourself heartless] That will never work, might put yo a** in a mega hurt then you End up in darkness [I'm just sayin to you, I'm just praying for you] People hatin on the work, on a social network Callin new boys jerks and cla**ifying who is better or worse With some words Not a fan of it not a fan, but give you honesty, always can [Hook: Will C.] I gotta tell the truth I wanna see that coup I gotta tell the truth I don wanna see no roof I gotta tell the truth They been tryna be underground I been tryna be worldwide I ain't tryna just hang around [Verse 3: Z-Wells] Z-Wells I'm the problem child The realest and illest kid get your mom devoured Might pull up at your father's house With a big rocket launcher and chop him down On a chick throw a father of Washington Will C. like a brother we all get down Tone E is another we run the town The point 3 like the E it revolve around My enemies P.A.C. cause they all get rounds R.I.P. B.I.G and we miss you n***a The rap game wouldn't be the same with you n***a Got Wendy's logos trying to diss you n***a Pray the sky open up when you falling down That will probably be the same day my fathers round I am sick I'm a dog I'm from coughing town Imma' kick all of y'all push your coffin down In the dirt 6 deep where it's coffee brown Then I give a b**h D I'm Pauly now Get to patting on the p**y shes Paula now Clip a n***a give him bullets I'm Paulin' now If I didn't rep for the squad then we'd all be down So Imma' be goin hard till they chalking round Message to the f** boys talking down Dam, woods, and a river you can all get found Ah! Live in H town but I don't have a grill Who am I what am I look at my sk** If you testing n***a look at my will - Smith and Weston it'll do you like bills Put that sh** down beat a n***a, Mike Will Looking at rappers I'm seeing you quite frail And blind to the fact you wack you write braille Behind this Zack attack you light years I rhyme like a spaz attack you might fear Yo rhyme is a a** attack you write weird You'd all get yo a** attacked in cyphers Ypu might as well quit you sit in my rear Flip in high air I don't do gymnastics I do boom-bastic and do boo backwards Abracadabra the coupe do magic Wells number one and I'm who you after Chicks authentic ya boo too plastic I'm Gucci daddy you Fubu ba*tard Feel like I've had it with new school rappers I'm fresh with words and my crew too dapper [Outro: Z-Wells] I think you know that n***a Old school Imma' throw back n***a Skip that where the hoes at n***a Fist up cause I'm pro black n***a I think you know that n***a Old school Imma' throw back n***a Skip that where the hoes at n***a Fist up cause I'm pro black n***a