What up, VNCE? Told you
I wasn't playing today, dawg
Time for the feature presentation
Let's go
I got a question, though
Another day, I can wake up and breathe
You know what that sound like? A celebration of me
No hesitation for the greatness that you're waiting to see
A presentation of an able MC
Im everything, you're just a bagel with seeds
And I poke holes through you like the shape of that treat
I'm putting haters to sleep
Another page of my speech that's amazing to peep
It ain't a special occasion, it's any day of the week
I'm razor blades on the beat, you just a flavor of the week
And of course, they favor the weak, but I ain't afraid of the leeches
And if they play you on speakers, cause you're paying for features
And of course, they skipping your part when the radio feeds us
Yeah, you heard what I said, they force feed
You can either take it or leave it
I'm Kanye, small stages
You when played in arenas
How does my balls taste
You can wait for the penis
They say that I'm freezing with the brain of a genius
Let's go
I'm cold
Yeah
Yeah
Chat Town
What up VNCE
Yeah
So many reasons to hate, so many reasons to not
But if you don't choose the latter, there'll be no reason you rot
Believe it or not, your own team watch you bleed in the spot
Another scene from my devious plot
But that don't mean I'm not eager to launch
Another thing that I believe in a lot
I'm like Smeagol when I see what I want
Whether the ring or a dream for the single to pop
I treat my beats like my trees, I'm the king of the crop
I was a prince until VNCE came and seasoned the chops
And how we bring heat to the song, two peas in a pod
You know there's genius involved and we breathe with a cause
If you do anything for a cause, you a demon in cloth
And I don't give a f*ck about pleasing the boss
Unless it's me and my dogs, we putting cheese in the sauce
I never slacked on the ABCs, I'm a problem
Don't forget, it's on the track
VNCE and Bouty Johnson
Let's bring it back to the real shit
Let's bring it back to the real shit
Bouty Johnson - Back Home Lyrics
Bouty Johnson - Back Home Lyrics
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What up, VNCE? Told you
I wasn't playing today, dawg
Time for the feature presentation
Let's go
I got a question, though
Another day, I can wake up and breathe
You know what that sound like? A celebration of me
No hesitation for the greatness that you're waiting to see
A presentation of an able MC
Im everything, you're just a bagel with seeds
And I poke holes through you like the shape of that treat
I'm putting haters to sleep
Another page of my speech that's amazing to peep
It ain't a special occasion, it's any day of the week
I'm razor blades on the beat, you just a flavor of the week
And of course, they favor the weak, but I ain't afraid of the leeches
And if they play you on speakers, cause you're paying for features
And of course, they skipping your part when the radio feeds us
Yeah, you heard what I said, they force feed
You can either take it or leave it
I'm Kanye, small stages
You when played in arenas
How does my balls taste
You can wait for the penis
They say that I'm freezing with the brain of a genius
Let's go
I'm cold
Yeah
Yeah
Chat Town
What up VNCE
Yeah
So many reasons to hate, so many reasons to not
But if you don't choose the latter, there'll be no reason you rot
Believe it or not, your own team watch you bleed in the spot
Another scene from my devious plot
But that don't mean I'm not eager to launch
Another thing that I believe in a lot
I'm like Smeagol when I see what I want
Whether the ring or a dream for the single to pop
I treat my beats like my trees, I'm the king of the crop
I was a prince until VNCE came and seasoned the chops
And how we bring heat to the song, two peas in a pod
You know there's genius involved and we breathe with a cause
If you do anything for a cause, you a demon in cloth
And I don't give a f*ck about pleasing the boss
Unless it's me and my dogs, we putting cheese in the sauce
I never slacked on the ABCs, I'm a problem
Don't forget, it's on the track
VNCE and Bouty Johnson
Let's bring it back to the real shit
Let's bring it back to the real shit
I wasn't playing today, dawg
Time for the feature presentation
Let's go
I got a question, though
Another day, I can wake up and breathe
You know what that sound like? A celebration of me
No hesitation for the greatness that you're waiting to see
A presentation of an able MC
Im everything, you're just a bagel with seeds
And I poke holes through you like the shape of that treat
I'm putting haters to sleep
Another page of my speech that's amazing to peep
It ain't a special occasion, it's any day of the week
I'm razor blades on the beat, you just a flavor of the week
And of course, they favor the weak, but I ain't afraid of the leeches
And if they play you on speakers, cause you're paying for features
And of course, they skipping your part when the radio feeds us
Yeah, you heard what I said, they force feed
You can either take it or leave it
I'm Kanye, small stages
You when played in arenas
How does my balls taste
You can wait for the penis
They say that I'm freezing with the brain of a genius
Let's go
I'm cold
Yeah
Yeah
Chat Town
What up VNCE
Yeah
So many reasons to hate, so many reasons to not
But if you don't choose the latter, there'll be no reason you rot
Believe it or not, your own team watch you bleed in the spot
Another scene from my devious plot
But that don't mean I'm not eager to launch
Another thing that I believe in a lot
I'm like Smeagol when I see what I want
Whether the ring or a dream for the single to pop
I treat my beats like my trees, I'm the king of the crop
I was a prince until VNCE came and seasoned the chops
And how we bring heat to the song, two peas in a pod
You know there's genius involved and we breathe with a cause
If you do anything for a cause, you a demon in cloth
And I don't give a f*ck about pleasing the boss
Unless it's me and my dogs, we putting cheese in the sauce
I never slacked on the ABCs, I'm a problem
Don't forget, it's on the track
VNCE and Bouty Johnson
Let's bring it back to the real shit
Let's bring it back to the real shit
Writer: Michael Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid