Wrekonize - Ohh lyrics

[Hook] Get your money, get your mind right I say what's real, f** that limelight All these haters, they don't want it All these haters, know I'm on it And I got 'em like ay ohh And now they like ohh And I got 'em like ay ohh And now they like ohh [Verse 1: Wrekonize] I walk around this little city getting busy out [bed rock]? Miami Dade menace bringing records to d**h stock They looking at the majors where Wrek spot I rat' 'em all flesh rot Than try to take a sip from that cess pot My arsenal is loaded I'm a British Willy Wallace Beats my battlefield you'll have to kneel to peel me off it I hear 'em in the corner on that gossip Like if he's really got it I tune 'em out to be completely honest I crack throttle Living inside a life size Jack bottle Grand piano laying on a f**ing black model Rappers are trash bluffing when they s**ing pen swallow Keep your advance on my avalanche you [in Taho]? I fly by sky sipping Absinthe b**h ring around the phony when you know we kicking has beens Singing to a Holy Ghost they won't be only advents So you and all your homies keep your poemies in the trash bin [Hook] [Verse 2] Oh. My God. Please Enough of yesterday I watch the game from skybox and these rappers mouths still need a diaper change They're still talking sh**, while they walking it It's awkward [?] It makes me want to hawk to spit Like Blaow, Let me stop styling You're still trying to read the man-u-al while [I done been the islands?] So dumb it down, f** that, put your smarts up But you're too busy dot comming on your mom's [top?] See since I sin , I sense my soul slither I sip and slurp sounds from the [?] of a son's scissor You must overstand Manage the language or stay swollen on the shore Sore until you vanish It's, 2013, I am not earth-a-ling I am evolv-a-ling, from the swing of a monkey king You rap cats are just doing this sh** to pose I'm here to push my pros forward until I'm ghost [Hook] [Verse 3] Somebody said his [?] was better I guess he lied I'm hot, got my borough on lock, like 25 The life, when I write fell the ground shaking [?] I recite, get the town baking I'm not your average beast I can't stomach y'all make my abs get [?] Extra nauseous from the blab you speak So drop your pen Rip your notepad and skeet You not a friend Don't make me have to grab your creeps I count to 10, one, too late ba*tards Look at y'all, shook, koolaid packards You know the situation, I'm that intimidating Cold dog, fell like a fridge of [?] You trying to bring it back, I'm just trying to bring it You got them Red Bull bars, you just kinda wing it Like a bu*ter knife that ain't gone cut it But I ain't even mad at y'all s**ers [Hook]