Lyrics

Check All Yeah Right, what up Hi Juice What up, Caz Shoutout Hikuws I see you, Sight Lets Get it boys No, no Back to the bar Bars I said In the end I wish they would like a totem pole They doubt in the hand they would dealt bluff and know they foe I ain't with the bullshit from a man with a Scotty nose I tell them on the mic, be easy pippin' and know your role Bars and murder, the bar and furnace, the bar and fires Bar and even billboards, when put involved with my priors Try reaching for your peak, find out my peak is higher Who you cubs pitching game to? Mark Prior Blowing up your spot like your crib was on fire Means you ain't even safe at home with an umpire Real talk, try to understand the language Your bar's been untended too long, you're outdated Behind bars and animal, I'm out the zoo with this See, I think outside the box, close minded they couldn't zoom this in Smarter student of fusion, literally cause contusions Ambitious with ease, untimely, prison cube of confusion Too late to do but get too, back on gloom in this Classified, I blew with this, turn a brutu and nudist Chick, once I cesar, no Julius Substance abuse approved, on fire, out the spoon with this I'm in that loop with this, hula hoop with this That means I'm wrapping circles round you and your crew with this To the point, it's too late, baby I'm overdoing this It's too late, baby, I said, I'm overdoing this Wake up, it's time to let the crew in The real coming back, all these niggas is a nuisance One k, the truest goat house getting ruthless I heard niggas had bars but I don't see them moving So go back to the pad, let the pen get to moving My brain like water, I be always moving fluid I be playing with the bars with the homies alley-ooping And we spit at high speed, you can't catch us if you stupid A lot of niggas wanna rap it, but I just live it Why these niggas getting loud when I'm around to turn the cricket Shit, I been hot, I got my bars just cooking in the skillet Jada said just get up on them cause that's when you know they feeling All this pain, I gotta spill it I need the money now, so you better send them digits Shit, I'm chasing all the riches, making money off pain Know I keep a triple h, so that just stand for the game This shit is saying I gotta groupie, bitch, you giving me brain Trapped up with a red mask, got me feeling like Kane I just body slam the beat, niggas stay in your lane They got that man up on the shirt, I hope he fit in the frame This shit is lame, man Niggas lame, niggas act strange Talking out they neck, but they don't know about the game Said I could change the world let the planets spin in my hand And I could change your life if you let me get a chance Hold up, bad bitch, she gon' do a little dance Always been the main nigga, I ain't never the side man Bitches think it's stupid if they got a side plan I can throw you through the curb and let you do a line dance What she said, she trying to ride? Open your eyes then Open your mind then, throw the towel in We be riding, climb to the top of the D An let a nigga slide in, we be gliding Its Virgang nigga we be vibing Wake up, it's time to let the crew in The real coming back, all these niggas is a nuisance One K the truest, goat house, getting ruthless I heard niggas have bars, but I don't see them moving So go back to the pad, let the pen get to moving My brain like water, I be always moving fluid I be playing with the bars with the homies alley-ooping And we spit at high speed, you can't catch us, it's too stupid I'm building it up and I'm breaking it down Destroy and create, let me paint on the clowns It's building up, I'ma blow through the meter Old school High top Adidas for a nigga sneakers Turn up them boys, let them blow through the speakers Getting this money, shout out to the geekers These niggas leanin I'll get you a leater Be with the gang, we all gotta heater I like a good bitch, I don't like a treesha Suck and squeeze me till a nigga freeze up Black and white girl, that's a yin yang threesome Nigga, I'm from Boston, get your threes up Captain Morgan, fuck her with my knee up Float around town with my feet up Jiggy, Virgo, nigga, throwing V's up Why these niggahs sleep they need to wake up Nigga, it's RAH
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