Nik Bates - BluMoonShoes. lyrics

[Intro] I be sitting in cla** Rubber necking, I be guessing, just to make it and pa** I'm trying to make a little more than a splash And I'm trying to do it fast, feel that whiplash? Make the grade, things will Never Be The Same Wake and bake, stay ahead of the game ‘Cause I'm a cut above the rest, you face defeat As I cook up a speech, to lace the dope beats [Verse 1] Ay yo! Word on the street, you heard it from me So Notoriously, feeling B.I.G., cause I'm a half black half jap, cat spitting mad raps I don't pack the gat, but on a track I go clack clack So stand back, before you get your cap splat I'll drop a bill on Vans, stacked, n***a, af- tax You think you rap, but you stay spitting mad trash I get mad laughs, ‘cause you dudes is mad whack Hashtag, swag. If I gotta catch that flack I'm cooking up a meal for a hater, counting mad stacks Mad, ‘cause I said your sis should let me smack that I'm messing with you, man, I wouldn't really grab that If she Latina, then I might just want to tap that bu*thurt? Dude, you as soft as a flapjack Don't f** with casinos ‘cause I stay losing mad cash Having flashbacks of blowing half stacks on Blackjack Dutchie in my left hand, I think that I'mma pa** that When I cop that Bimmer, then I think that I'mma gas that Fitted hat or snap back, I think I gotta cap that Is your face red? ‘Cause, I make sure the track slaps [Hook] Everybody knows Some things will never be the same The same… in this game [Verse 2] You might be sick, but I'm D-ill, like Jason Running over racists, in the Rove, Ranging Dudes spit basic, I see the track and slay it Fry dudes like bacon, with Lupe Fiasco L.A.S.E.R.S I got dope cuts, spitting h**n razors G.O.O.D. Music, proving it's So Amazing Tyson fights, this is my fist, you better face it Psyched out and we ain't even at the weigh-in End up like Bells, that just means I'm gonna Sleigh him Ask if I bang, man that sh** is f**ing ancient You still throwing gang signs up, that's some lame sh** Love me like Raymond, the tracks you wanna play them W's up, cuz we Ain't Nuthing Ta f** Wit Busta-Bus gon' want a remix when I Touch It And I'mma get hella rappers like Bus did So many verses that the track went and busted Lead lames to the dungeon Break him off with one hit, the shotty not a musket I'm blowing up, its spontaneous combustion The pinnacle of rapping and I ain't even done kid [Hook] Everybody knows Some things will never be the same The same… in this game