Now We Go

They gone hear this and say Yo crook where the hits at anyway They say I'm a bar head okay Close guess I'm the son of RJ And I don't fuck with him like no way But I eat these bars like buffets You don't listen still hit replay And act smart bitch no fucking way I amazed at how far I've come Getting praise for some shit I've done Lay a track sometimes to spite em Never said that you had to like him But I'm breaking necks when I walk in the room They turn away like I blind em One bitch gets salty and spreads some rumors about me like a child I am your long lost mother You're bout to meet your maker I ain't ya sing song brother I never seen someone faker Beat em like MJ when I'm sick 38 points in an hour This ain't game six you wouldn't make it to the playoffs If you went against Nick bitch And now we go oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh And now we go oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh Tryna get my clique paid like a sponsored ad I still hit it from the back in my Pontiac I'm the god of rap an insomniac who cannot just nap Until he got a track anti hypochondriac No fucks given every time I'm on with rap filling body bags Til competitors go into cardiac And have a heart attack from the bars I have Going hard in fact I wouldn't dial it back if i star 69'd the track You bitches still calling me wack Than you must be smoking crack Still kill it on the Mac you can't go tit for tat With my pen and pad clapping back back to back with rap Begin to spit it fast ima put you in a casket Even if I felt like going slow on a track Let me put it plain and simply I don't think you could ever fuck with me Not when I get on this mic the way I spit I still kill it like I'm still tryna prove something I don't think you'll ever find another me Cuz in the game right now's some fuckery And when I'm getting blown by your bitch I whispered in her ear and told her this And now we go oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh And now we go oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh