Lyrics

Hahahaha Whoa Yea, Yea Whoa Oh they thought I was done, huh? Hold up Every bar that I vomit's a throw up While I grip on my planters and go nuts Any challenge that's out imma show up Kinda took a hiatus to grow up Put some work on my style got my flow up Still got the Leroy with the glow up Now I'm flooding yall out, where is Noah Oh you want more Good God Yea, Dot a Rap God yall don't rap hard Quit with the facade tryna act hard Shouldn't try to play tough, it don't last long My drive put in work, this ain't Nascar Like I'm kinda mad that they gassed yall Yall couldn't rap with Madagascar Boy I'm putting yall down like a mad dog My flow be so heavy no tampon Be flaming on every beat like imma dragon Yall be fabricating like press ons While I be chomping on these beats at a mess hall Don't be alarm, dawg, I was slept on Like Forest when running I kept gon Flow big I ain't getting stepped on Southpaw on the mic with my left arm Keep iron on me hope you got jeans on I'll get atchu dawg don't sneeze wrong I got the game tight no Teflon Stay alert can't get crept on Flow nasty like egg nog Yall can't pass me that's dead wrong My precision can't miss yall So dawg don't make me dismiss yall And I'm gone Heck naw The beat back on, so it's "sike naw" When it comes to this mic, I'll fight yall I'm not Tyson dawg I ain't gotta bite yall Yall got cap in ya rap take the hat off It's not in your future, mask off Like them streets ain't tough, asphalt Think about it, that can put you in a dead halt Imma beast, don't jump in my sandlot Better not act out what you planned out This is not a tussle, nor it's a scuffle that happens inside of a sandbox This heater dawg can make ya soul glow The weed that I smoke make ya slow mo Look I'm always staying up, where the No-Dose Don't rock ice, but I glide like the floor froze (Switch zones) I'm the ace of spade Jack of all trades That's a big threat when it's different games Move swift Like a stick shift So I learned quick how to switch lanes No lie When I smoke loud I get so high I can lift planes Bustin out that ghetto life loving Mary Jane, no Rick James Ion think ya comprehending Listen I nix out the competition So winning's kinda condescending Like saying that ain't even that convincing Yiiiikkkkes That's a hard pill, but it's your description Take this L, don't get the tripping You can lose caring, don't get the snitching Like YOU victim Like WHO did it Pointing fingers "that DUDE did it" HaDOUken it Flame throwing, why YOU kicking I'm WHO did it Niiiiice Pen still sharp, no 2 in it Oh YOU wit it Oh I really doubt that unless you dudes PROVING it Hahahaha Yea Still BARLIFE in the building
Writer(s): Leon Hinton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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