Rock It Productions - TKO lyrics

*chuckle* Fiendix (Chorus) Fiendix. Fiendix. Fiendix. Yeah! Fiendix! Yeah! (Verse 1) F.I.E.N.D.I.X I'm the one you'll never beat, I guess that make me the best Bob Marley on 'em, I ain't never got no stress You know ya boy smoking hot, now put me to the test 18, with a big dream; spitting a 16 Or a 36, make it any number In this for the long run, y'all just in it for the summer Riding out till the wheels fall off; there ain't another There is something to be said for the lack of longevity Inconsistent lil ba*tard; ain't nobody ahead of me Hot N Ready. I'm a dictator; Julius Caesar I'm the controller & I play no games; you my appeaser Don't confuse my co*kiness for a lack of reality Yeah, I got a long way to go; I'm on my way actually Get in my way, you a casualty These n***as say they fly, but they wearing casual tee's You a J-O-K-E, gotta Chris Rock 'em It's a wrap for y'all, you know I gotta Hip Hop 'em They be like "Yo Fiendix really got mad flows First he inspirational, then he k**ing all of these bros." So relieving, I'm a antihistamine Foul mouth; give a f** about a Listerine You getting cheese? Call me Chucky; imma put you in a curse Move forward in my life; they just playing reverse (Chorus) x2 (Verse 2) They ain't even on the level to decipher my verses When they finally know the meaning, they be leaving in hearses I out rap 'em any day! Morning, noon, or night They don't love you no more You never was a pretty sight You should know my music isn't something to be taken lightly Sorta like it's over weight; the bars heavy; world champion Leave 'em up in flames; I ain't smoking a Cuban Ya jams leaving people deaf; gotta call ya Rick Rubin Im repping 996. Don't forget I am the 1 Call me Fiendix. They mistaking me for one of the Suns Pill popping, cuz ya scared. I'm aware of the fear I notice every time they see me they be giving me glares I might as well be talking bout myself, cuz I'm my only competition Better than the person I was yesterday. So f**ing listen! Shoutout to the real n***as in the booth Shoutout to the sisters. Shoutout to the misters Shoutout to the mothers & fathers handling business Trash talking aside, shoutout to the feeble I wake up every day & I do this for We, The People! (Chorus) x2 (Verse 3) Plus I call it how it see it; they know me as FaceTime Fresh Prince in a Jazzy world, rhyming on the ba**line Used to say I'm abstinent, cuz can't nobody f** with me But I won the ring & still ain't nobody touching me Never been the type to fit in, I don't need a tailor Giving everybody life; I'm a musical inhaler Time to bow down, sorta like you are too tall Pretending to be something else; you on your RuPaul (Chorus) x2 (Bridge) I do it, I did it Always real never kidding Give 'em the verbal back hand, now they calling me mitten Yeah! X2 Now I got 'em saying! (Chorus) x2 Now I got 'em saying! Now I got 'em saying!