IQ - Skullz Cipher lyrics

[Verse 1: IQ] Stuck in a world full of fakes and lames All these motherf**ers say they ain't the same They create a name and dangle chains and claim They'll spray your brain if you don't stay in your lane Man get off that, you live in the Field of Plain You can't talk about sh** you can't explain So how you gonna expect yourself to raise to fame If you can't even spit fire with your face inflamed? I admit I'm the sh**, you should flush me out And all this talk about me got me blushing now It's disgusting how I'm getting money now Back then the only green I saw was Brussels sprouts But I'm sprouting up and I'm getting bigger White kids see me, wanna take some pictures Treat me like a God and I laugh and sn******g Cause back then you was the white man and I was the ______ [Hook: IMHOTEP & IQ] Aye, I heard y'all throwing bones, you already know And we be grindin' to the bone, you already know Aye, why these haters throwing stones? They already know They already know, they already know [Verse 2: IMHOTEP] Woke up in a comatose Don't do hope, kids, you'll overdose And end up looking just like me Another broke motherf**er with a law degree Might prove you're f**ing wrong like "Baby that's the wrong hole!" What you doing in my iPhone? What you doing in my house now? Thought I told you that my fam home right now They were sleeping on me, drop a couple songs Now they timeline creeping on me, working every weekend homie Tryna catch a wave like a muf**ing secant homie Tryna catch a break like it's muf**ing leaking homie The flow is the coldest, there's snow on my shoulders Ironic cause y'all know I'm spitting straight fire Said "hop on my wagon", they lay down in front of it Now they regret it cause they eating tire [Hook: IMHOTEP & IQ] [Bridge] Skulls in the closet, baby Game locked up, you were bound to hate me Skulls in the closet, baby Got the game locked up, you were bound to hate me Skulls in the closet, baby Game locked up, you were bound to hate me Skulls in the closet, baby [Verse 3: IMHOTEP] I got the juice like I'm muf**ing Israel She got the junk so I'm f**ing with the spam mail Boy I'm cool as f**, I guess that I'm a fan male *BRRP BRRP* If you call me on the handheld Just know a n***a boating, yeah I cancel Got ambition, why you always b**hing? Cooking beats up in the kitchen so the fingers kinda purple Hater words are kinda hurtful, but sh** When the meal is finished And we all getting dough with the good spinach Sit back, watch the squad get hella fat Real talk, man, y'all ain't getting none of that Zay