Rolex B - We Pt. II lyrics

[Intro: Rolex B] Yo I got the swag, man I'm turned up in the hood Yeah the hood, yeah the hood Yeah the hood hood hood, yeah Yo I got the swag, man I'm turned up for the hood The hood, the hood The wub wub wub doodle a doodle a Uhhhhh, ha ha ha [Chorus: Rolex B] Yo I got the swag, man Turned up for the hood Yo I got the swag, man Turned up for the wub wub wub Yo I got the swag, man Turned up for the hood Yo I got the swag, man Swaggy McJaggy man [Verse 1; Life's Complex] Guess I'll start by rapping ‘bout myself Cause that's what everybody's doing and it's cool as hell f** that, that's not why I'm in rap Oh sure, man, I could brag, but really what good is that? Should I give it to ‘em Jizza? (Big Magellan: f** yeah!) You got a platform but you say nothing You're way past my level but you can't refrain From talking how you make money like it's nothing, okay I'm not Lupe Fiasco, no kick push swagger No I don't talk about how my chick badder In fact, take the “I” out the lines just uttered Let's try to see clear like there ain't no shutters First off, f** you for judging my opinion on the subject You thinking that you're thuggish then you need to be bludgeoned All up on your head, and leave the blood running Like he bust a cap and heard the cops coming Okay, back to my main topic It's a hot one think the kids would call it hot sh** When you start from the bottom man you got to drive hard But if you start at the top man that engine gon' stall I'm not saying if you're rich then you're lazy Look at Drake man that n***a Jimmy made it Middle of the pack to the top of the cla** I'm just saying that you're lacking in engagement But let's be honest you don't really care “Oh he's talking to the streets and I am not there.” Motherf**er is you deaf? The point of this project Is to teach you how to gain some respect for your punk a** Complex [Verse 2: Rolex B] Turn it up… Mess with me, I am going hard in the paint Look I'm not gay, but I'll still lick your taint You wanna step up to this I am the best I am number one and f** all the rest see (swag swag swag) Look, I'm the best you're the worst I always come in second I mean I always come in first, look You don't come in any place you don't get a medal I'm so hardcore, I am number pe- f**, sh**, a**, c*nt All words Eminem uses on the daily But I'm Eminem's prodigy, he Is the motherf**er who pays me, look I'm the number one… Sike I'm a white kid call me the cracker But I'm a cracker with a sick whip Sike I'm 15 I don't have my driver's license yet uh Look, look, I'm the best y'all Everyone is stepping up to me like heh y'all, yeah I don't even know what I'm saying But look, I'ma teach you call me super saiyan (swag swag swag) [Verse 3: Vile Diarrhea] Cypher number two this is going to be hot Brace for impact while my words are like the crack of the shot Two bars just ain't enough for me to set things on fire But now I've got a can of gas and a brand new lighter Get off of the tracks or you'll be meeting the train Caboose is made of lightning and a pa**enger car of pain This train is just so fly that it's heading to the sky Head above the clouds so I'm avoiding the rain Nah, I'm no professional, I ain't even underground I'm just a kid with a laptop and a need for good sound I could spit as well as any other rapper alive, nah Not actually, but I sure as hell can try I see your bowels loosen as I'm dropping on this beat My words just made you sh** yourself because your rapping is weak You better watch your back while pouring water on that burn Because you can bet your a** that Diarrhea will return Damn it! [Verse 4: Big Django] Big Django on the mic Yeah, let's hit it Aww sh** Met a girl over the summer now she f**ing with my head Now I'm thinking ‘bout an*lyzing every word I said, sh** Now I don't know where I'm going Got my crew, got my fam, and now I got my verse flowing, f** LTGJ 3, ain't got sh** on me I'm rolling and flowing and growing I'll [?] we'll see [Verse 5: Big Magellan] Big Magellan here, straight flowing Bringing back G-funk with the sound of tribe You know I'm The Pelican Now over to Forrest [Verse 6: Lieutenant General Jizza the 3] Yeah Yo, Michael, started up in this rap game Just a little homie, never seen no fame But one day he's gon' be big sh**, I'll go acapella on this track I don't need the f**ing beat Uh, yeah I don't remember how it went, but I'm thinking that It's probably got a simple beat, I'ma keep snapping Cause I don't got no f**ing sense of rhythm Because I'm white, Michael You're the only person I can see right now So I'm gonna keep rapping ‘bout you Uhh, he's got a sister, she's not attractive Mom, is also not attractive Michael, he's... medium attractive Ryan, very not attractive Tic Tac? More like Ugly Motherf**er Squad Have you seen these guys? I'm done, hit space bar [Outro: Rolex B] Alright, (*coughs*) That was good