Your Boy for Life - Inception lyrics

Your Boy for Life "Inception" [Verse 1] Think of me highly, sort of wisely I remind me of a young Nikola Tesla yet I surprise me Godly and widely respected, but thinkin' oddly I'm off the grid so how the f** you gonna find me? Hit a motherf**er with a rhythmatic, biochemical, rap edible, rappin' incredible The rap isn't typical, the critical, the cynical, the imbecile are making rap sh** look difficult Back to the principle and rise to the pinnacle, the syllable count be on point, impeccable Hit a motherf**er, unforgettable, the terrible abuse will leave a motherf**er layin' like a vegetable Damn what a man, take a photo, fly in the coastal, stamp in the postal, reppin' the logo Use to be local, social, bam with a bang going loco Now I'm back with the crack going global, rockin' the vocal, ducking the po'po' Popping the fo'fo, rocking it dolo, solo, back and I'm bad so, oh no When I'm back kick it like a dojo, be like shot, shot, shot, yerr Riding in a bumpin' Chevy with the windows tinted I suppose your shorty wanna pop that p**y in it Counting money be like, guap, guap, guap Moneybag look like I'm walking to the laundromat Even Mayor Giuliani wanna autograph Fool them other motherf**ers, I'm a smarter cat I'm robbing all of y'all from Jordan's to your Starter cap's [Hook] You gotta problem? I got a worse one, worse one Yeah, you ain't the first one You gotta problem? I got a worse one, worse one Yeah, you ain't the first one [Verse 2] Think of me different, sort of wicked I am gifted for a young individual got a sh**-list Ever so afflicted from addiction they think I'm twisted Damn right, you f**ing better act right, I'ma rip sh** What you want? I'ma take names, any motherf**er about to get it in the worst way, let's go Earthquake shattering the globe when I walk or I talk mad loud, lord mercy, pause Hit a motherf**er with a 1, 2, run through my crew? f** you, hit 'em in a eye view Fly through, by you, dare a motherf**er try to, slide through, Hadoken, Ryu Bam with a bang, going loco, rocking a polo, put a motherf**er in a chokehold Puffin' and blow dro, mojo rising, flying slow-mo, better get a photo Yo let me take a little itty bitty motherf**ing pose that I got for the camera, ching Walk up in the club and give a motherf**er dap, I got a bottle of Jack and two chains like bling I be out wylin' drinking be like shot, shot, shot You can catch me on the corner block I'm rollin' dice Playing Cee-lo off the masonite, I'm f**ing nice It ain't nothing rolling 4-5-6, money You laughing now but in the end you'll be the one that's funny The only green you ever see is when your nose is runny You throwing shade but to no avail the weather is sunny Queens the motherland, s**er's catch an upper hand [Hook] You gotta problem? I got a worse one, worse one Yeah, you ain't the first one You gotta problem? I got a worse one, worse one Yeah, you ain't the first one