Prodizzle - Banger lyrics

[Verse 1: Z.I.Z] They never see me coming f**in wit that ghost Shout out to the team I'm sorta that coach Only say what I mean Truth is hard to swallow But I'm only gonna say this once,, I am King TWISTing OLIVER's mind Until all of it's mine Sneakers on in my mental I'm running out of my mind No worries out of my mind Ain't such a terrible place I'm here to stay so I mightt as well get a hell of a place Life's a hell of a race I don't see with my eyes Matter'v fact I close'em up then examine the world thru my mind Its wat i do My verses sting like a python I'm no longer normal I morphed into a hell ov a tyrant I'm calling shots, tellem other n***as do as ii say Sorta new on the block so y'all n***as better start gettin used to ma face Let's face it most y'all out here spit basic But we tryna elevate that a little Take it to a place where what sounds great right now is infact a little too loww quality to be number one I wanna be number one New era No errors Bet I'm already number one Hold up Make sure my green rolled up Purple liquid po'd up Ma n***as call it coda Shout out to the ex Tope Toda Z.I.Z Yea we in it to earn Win or lose get it ? Yea we in it to earn it Check the sh** that we burning Man we boys is on fire We too hot for the devil Man we burn up his furnace Its shocking please do not touch with no conductor wire Rap is my kingdom all these n***as be calling me sire Probably cuz I'm am flyer or higher than they pinnacle I took that pound cake for me Now they feeding off residuals They told me k** it, I stepped in the game and I k**ed it Consider me diablo Un'aa mean Sela**ie I pray [Verse 2: Mayhem] They ain't gon f** with you till you getting some o's My rap is new school all you rappers is old So it's my period just pardon my flow Bars cold so I got some snort in my nose Quarter millie for a show never settle for low Acting silly you should know I got Glocks in my clothes Wasn't born with a silver spoon but I'll die with a gold in my mouth So when I get grills they probably be gold I learned my lessons, always walking with the smith and wesson These n***as devils your homies they shooting at your reflections It's nothing pretty in my city you better get your weapons They told me that I'm the best and I tell em I'm still progressing I'm sweating, my palms are sweaty I'm clutching that mac eleven Walking the path of glory I hope I don't lose direction They said I don't got no life cuz im broke that's a misconception Disrespect me then you be talking to my pistol weapon When I lay my verses a thousand horses stomping on persons Working on being worth it , the worst is they come out and curse it In cursives I'm cursing persons that couldn't reverse the curse Rehearsals I learn my verses so I could murder not forfeit You f** with me you get served I'm lyrically disturbed You f**ing b**hes getting nerves I got the k**ers who serve You f** with me, I f** your b**h n***a I guess that's how it work You talking sh** I wrap em up and throw the n***a to burn I didn't come here to be stressing as long as you get the message Wrong cuz my obsession was wrong but it was stretching Guns in my possession I had sworn I wouldn't stress it I'm strong cuz my impression ignores all my aggressions Dear lord hear my confession, I hope you hear me These hurrs they tryna tear me apart but I can barely ignore But I ain't never been a sleeper though 4 shots to the dome mehn inhale the smoke