London - Going In lyrics

Sol: You going in, I been in since the beginning of this sentence I'm Too Clean, you see no blemish, like as clean as a hygienist I replenish, you diminished, I go hard like I'm arthritic All this Acid that I'm spitting b**h I'm rapping catalytic No converters but I'm sure that I'm the purest you done heard of Got hoes screaming bloody murder I would call my life insurer Life preservers ain't gon' work brah, get the point? Cursors Sol the boss, you workers, n***as better tuck they shirts up I got this, should it fall, signed, sealed, send the bullet off I'm the sh**, if I recall, n***as hate, I'm so appalled Straight as H, E and L, L's up, I make the call Like I said I'm going in, I'm going in, to the balls, like "UNGHHHH," til I hit the end, I'm amped I need Ritalin And a Swish of Kush, a little Hen, her right there, and her friend My place, get it in, one hundred, Benjamin Dick em down like a gentleman, I bone em both, skeleton London: Still find me rolling Backwoods, in the cut In the back of the hood with the trunk popped up On the Cutla**, looking for a smut I can f** with On the late night just to borrow her neck And then fondle her breasts, and then forget what's next If you know what's best, that jaw was raw I came, I saw, I conquered that I think I'm sick, Hypochondriac Boy I flow like Nile Rivers Boy my flow so cold, shivers Had to take it to the basics, this a easy one, this easy son Might morph into Morpheus and take it to the Matrix Make your b**h pop pills, yea, that's initiation This has been a demonstration, of some real n***a sh** b**h, f** what you heard, f** what you heard f** what you heard, f** what you heard f** what you heard b**h Sol: I'm going in with my gangsta a**, I'll fall through, take your cash I'll hit the lick, hit his b**h, pistol up, raid ya stash I'm a terrorist I blaze the AK, hot as summer, nature's wrath I spend some, I'ma make it back, say I won't with your crazy a** I'll prove you wrong, real sh**, watch my dough get super long I'm overclocked, turnt up, ya'll off and I'm stupid on Like damn a chick, I'm cancerous, pimping bout like tumor strong I'll do your b**h, leave her alone, "Let Her Cry" like that Hootie song She ain't Blowing Fish, she blowing Sol, I told em all I'm cold as sh** I don't know of sh**, over all, that Sol wouldn't be colder than Like Canada, Montana, either one of the Poles I'll win Antarctica, Mars and stuff, real sh**, no pretend I'm going in, coke and hen, smoke a 5, smoke a 10 Going in like old folks, I'm so the sh** but it don't Depend I'm on the way, all the way, look for me I'm floating in Like a parade, Macy Day, Macy Gray, I'm on the fritz