I seen the pain so I guess that I deserve glory
I've seen a lot and some of it is kinda gory
I can tell you a bunch of stories about my life
But you would rather listen to mumbling on a mic
I mean I can do that and talk about materials
But Ima kill em all off like serial
Yeah serial killer not cereal n***a
Sit your captain crunch ass down for a minute
If I want it I get it
If I like it I cop it
Flyer than a lil cockpit
Me & my baby team rocket
I'm going crazy on these beats
Y'all n****s f****d up
You really don't got bars
You just lucked up. (lucky n***a)
I'll never be satisfied
Til all of my people eating
You know who this is and baby it's parade season
I dropped 2 tapes and then took a hiatus
Now I'm back waving like hi hater
Im back to shake it up like a vibrator
The only place from here is up escalator
Okay I'm off that
Going hard off bat
Dressed up in that all black
No Amanda Bynes but I'm all that
Woah
Man can they keep up
Like a street sweeper baby I'll clean it up
Like Mayweather baby I can beat it up
Like a full plate baby I'll eat it up
My momma might hear this so yeah that's enough
I'm just giving you me and being honest
One night with your boy I'll have you hooked on phonics
I know you want a golden ring but I am not Sonic
Yeah
Cool out for a minute
I'm not going back and forth baby I don't play tennis
I use to stay fly in the reebok tennis
When the Hot Boyz ran the game and Soulja slim was a menace
Shoutout to master P
Cause a nigga got no limit
Shout out to AD the only reason that we winning.
You n****s don't wanna go there with me oh no you don't
Talking bout out rapping me when you that you won't
Oh oh okay
I know that you was just playing
Before I rip my shirt off and I go super saiyan
I know you know that I'm the man with the plan and I'll hit you with the got got got got got
That's the one
At this point I'm on a run
I went straight bars no hook
I'm just having fun
I got em scared swindled and shook
Like I got a gun to they head
But if I wanted you dead you'd be dead
I'm just saying I ain't got time for the bull s**t
Tryna be a mogul and get my family out that hood s**t
Talking real hood let me take you to the neck of my woods shit
Where niggas get shredded and I ain't talking wood chipper
Swerve
Damn I just almost hit a curb
Riding in a foreign and all you hear is skrt
No Rihanna but a n***a putting in work
I got the angle yeah the angle like Kurt
I been working all winter just to have a hot summer
I feel like the boy wonder
I feel like I hit a stone cold stunner
In the middle of the ring while the referee gets down and count to 3 (1,2,3)
Picture me rollin
This the 2nd track and I'm still going in
I'm rolling straight strikes like I'm bowling
I'm flyer than a bowen
Do it for the fam so I can't blow it
Gotta make the right moves
Gotta make the right grooves
Gotta kill the pro tools
Most of these rappers old news
Pull up in that old school
This EP was overdue
It's a gift from me to you