Swoope - TGC 2 lyrics

[Chorus: Swoope] Why is he being so arrogant? Is he saying he's better than wackness? Yes I am Should i settle in my craft and be lesser than Or follow the footsteps of my dad and be excellent [Verse 1: Swoope] Oh I fell off? Maybe ill be well of kicking the whale off his posted seeds And see how the whale lost His flow, see he used to be sick But now Jonah is swallowing flowing harder without a sell out Winning without a sellout Kobe to your mobi cheesing at all you zellouts Colby where your mold be, Vivaldi over cold beats, so even when my brain ain't high i'm cla**ical Run it back i'm black mamba to your black fish Swimming in your golf and still staying up to par A lot of rappers is actors not up to par Backwards I ain't lifting my rhymes up i'm just raising the bar Put a Hershey in the air hey it hurts me when the airwaves keep playing the old same Impressed the aim i'm bothered I'm pressed to save the starters to keep your bars on the benches if they don't hold weight [Chorus: Swoope] Why is he being so arrogant? Is he saying he's better than wackness? Yes I am Should i settle in my craft and be lesser than Or follow the footsteps of my dad and be excellent [Verse 2: Swoope] All of that wackness I'm calling it out just like the old dang tag kids play with click pow I'm playing toe games hits out John Domain I'm for the k** out Kids play turns to childs play My buddy with machete, toe tag Hits still out Chucky is now Barry it might get ugly or scary if you ignore us Cause now Chucky is using Norris as his moniker Put baby monitors on all you monikers Watch this lullaby I make you shut your eyes sleep think think Of being stuck inside of whats inside the club of sides of the toughest guys with no heart I pull your card don't start homie I'm the dealer of the dealers k**ing off this choke art these cough men they see the k**er of the dillards Similar to Lillard shooting just for practice Trailblazer y'all just follow behind and jack it [Chorus: Swoope] Why is he being so arrogant? Is he saying he's better than wackness? Yes I am Should i settle in my craft and be lesser than Or follow the footsteps of my dad and be excellent [Verse 3: Sho Baraka] This ain't rap its a victory lap We running up the score call it a soundtrack For the '96 Bulls, Michael Jordan and Pippen You ain't got enough bad boys you ain't a Piston We ain't big, but we're defending the faith Think weak like a 2000 puffy without Ma$e Our lines stay fresh y'all jokers past stale You ain't feeling this you must be learning bad braille In the city of rap I hear a lot of pop We in the art district you live in writers block Poetry in motion we rocking from that Al B. sure to that Frank Ocean Do you see the family where hands in the sky? I'm clowning around writing on clouds because I'm high Just because you sound drunk don't mean you got bars You can serve with lines when you stand behind ours