Yo, Skeye Blu
Listen to that beat boy
Motherf*ckin' bass just drops
Yo, I'ma spit it to y'all, it's gon' be quick, so pay attention, cause like I said, I don't get a mention
I've been sittin' here, up in H-Town, but I'm from the place that we call mob town, Mobile, Alabama, 18 years now, I tell you who raise me, them streets, I tell you how
I went down the block, and I smoked me a fat-ass blunt, I walked through the block, and I showed no f*ckin' one, no disrespect, no ammo for their fun
And I tell you now, that the verse I never done with a f*ckin' pad, I never wrote that f*ckin' shit, I tell you right now, it's simplistic type of shit, but you best believe that I'm the shit
I'ma hit, I'm a f*ckin' king, like King James in the red, everybody knows that he was in the bed, he laid his f*ckin' head down and got him some rest
And he woke the f*ck up, and got on the mic, and spit it once, not twice, never f*ckin' hype, but he believes that same f*ckin' sound
I'm comin' back to Mobile about now, I'm about to show you, boy, how I really f*ckin' sound, I can get in any studio and make that f*ckin' sound
But I'd rather not, I'd rather put it on my pad, in my head, and then write that shit again, and I get in the booth, and I spit it once again
No re-dos, no ad-lib my friends, cause my flow is sick, it's like the f*ckin' pen, you best believe, it's harder than them
And you best believe, I'm a motherf*cker, yeah, and you best believe, disrespect no one, yeah
Cause I've been around every f*ckin' town, Massachusetts all the way to Las Cruces now
And them Mexican, motherf*ckin' people know me, I tell you I used to run favors for the family
And I'll tell you this, I'm a motherf*ckin' man with my f*ckin' greif, with no mic and no hand
I'll tell you this, that I run the verbs again, and in your print, that shit was surely sent
Cause right now is the motherf*ckin' time, get on your bump and get on your grind
Cause I'm bout to show you, bout to show you boys now, that I'm a motherf*cker in the streets right now
Cause I've been here in this motherf*ckin' lab, this studio producing that shit, it's that
Everybody believes that they got it, but they ain't, but I tell you now, I'm tryna build my shit from the sand
If you don't know me, so how can you owe me, a motherf*ckin' thing but respect, OG
If you wanna be in this bitch like me, you better put in that time, you better put in that seed
Better blend that bitch, blend them words in that mic, and spit that bitch till your lungs can't provide
No type of fuel for the shit that you write, I'll tell you now, I am always on mine
Always on time, and always gonna find, always a motherf*cker in this bitch now
And I best believe, I produce that sound, and I make the shit that you believe it right now
Cause I am a freestyle artist with no f*ckin' pad, I don't even write shit I never f*ckin' had
So best believe one thing, that is that now, the motherf*ckin' beat I just murdered it right now
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Yo, Skeye Blu
Listen to that beat boy
Motherf*ckin' bass just drops
Yo, I'ma spit it to y'all, it's gon' be quick, so pay attention, cause like I said, I don't get a mention
I've been sittin' here, up in H-Town, but I'm from the place that we call mob town, Mobile, Alabama, 18 years now, I tell you who raise me, them streets, I tell you how
I went down the block, and I smoked me a fat-ass blunt, I walked through the block, and I showed no f*ckin' one, no disrespect, no ammo for their fun
And I tell you now, that the verse I never done with a f*ckin' pad, I never wrote that f*ckin' shit, I tell you right now, it's simplistic type of shit, but you best believe that I'm the shit
I'ma hit, I'm a f*ckin' king, like King James in the red, everybody knows that he was in the bed, he laid his f*ckin' head down and got him some rest
And he woke the f*ck up, and got on the mic, and spit it once, not twice, never f*ckin' hype, but he believes that same f*ckin' sound
I'm comin' back to Mobile about now, I'm about to show you, boy, how I really f*ckin' sound, I can get in any studio and make that f*ckin' sound
But I'd rather not, I'd rather put it on my pad, in my head, and then write that shit again, and I get in the booth, and I spit it once again
No re-dos, no ad-lib my friends, cause my flow is sick, it's like the f*ckin' pen, you best believe, it's harder than them
And you best believe, I'm a motherf*cker, yeah, and you best believe, disrespect no one, yeah
Cause I've been around every f*ckin' town, Massachusetts all the way to Las Cruces now
And them Mexican, motherf*ckin' people know me, I tell you I used to run favors for the family
And I'll tell you this, I'm a motherf*ckin' man with my f*ckin' greif, with no mic and no hand
I'll tell you this, that I run the verbs again, and in your print, that shit was surely sent
Cause right now is the motherf*ckin' time, get on your bump and get on your grind
Cause I'm bout to show you, bout to show you boys now, that I'm a motherf*cker in the streets right now
Cause I've been here in this motherf*ckin' lab, this studio producing that shit, it's that
Everybody believes that they got it, but they ain't, but I tell you now, I'm tryna build my shit from the sand
If you don't know me, so how can you owe me, a motherf*ckin' thing but respect, OG
If you wanna be in this bitch like me, you better put in that time, you better put in that seed
Better blend that bitch, blend them words in that mic, and spit that bitch till your lungs can't provide
No type of fuel for the shit that you write, I'll tell you now, I am always on mine
Always on time, and always gonna find, always a motherf*cker in this bitch now
And I best believe, I produce that sound, and I make the shit that you believe it right now
Cause I am a freestyle artist with no f*ckin' pad, I don't even write shit I never f*ckin' had
So best believe one thing, that is that now, the motherf*ckin' beat I just murdered it right now
Listen to that beat boy
Motherf*ckin' bass just drops
Yo, I'ma spit it to y'all, it's gon' be quick, so pay attention, cause like I said, I don't get a mention
I've been sittin' here, up in H-Town, but I'm from the place that we call mob town, Mobile, Alabama, 18 years now, I tell you who raise me, them streets, I tell you how
I went down the block, and I smoked me a fat-ass blunt, I walked through the block, and I showed no f*ckin' one, no disrespect, no ammo for their fun
And I tell you now, that the verse I never done with a f*ckin' pad, I never wrote that f*ckin' shit, I tell you right now, it's simplistic type of shit, but you best believe that I'm the shit
I'ma hit, I'm a f*ckin' king, like King James in the red, everybody knows that he was in the bed, he laid his f*ckin' head down and got him some rest
And he woke the f*ck up, and got on the mic, and spit it once, not twice, never f*ckin' hype, but he believes that same f*ckin' sound
I'm comin' back to Mobile about now, I'm about to show you, boy, how I really f*ckin' sound, I can get in any studio and make that f*ckin' sound
But I'd rather not, I'd rather put it on my pad, in my head, and then write that shit again, and I get in the booth, and I spit it once again
No re-dos, no ad-lib my friends, cause my flow is sick, it's like the f*ckin' pen, you best believe, it's harder than them
And you best believe, I'm a motherf*cker, yeah, and you best believe, disrespect no one, yeah
Cause I've been around every f*ckin' town, Massachusetts all the way to Las Cruces now
And them Mexican, motherf*ckin' people know me, I tell you I used to run favors for the family
And I'll tell you this, I'm a motherf*ckin' man with my f*ckin' greif, with no mic and no hand
I'll tell you this, that I run the verbs again, and in your print, that shit was surely sent
Cause right now is the motherf*ckin' time, get on your bump and get on your grind
Cause I'm bout to show you, bout to show you boys now, that I'm a motherf*cker in the streets right now
Cause I've been here in this motherf*ckin' lab, this studio producing that shit, it's that
Everybody believes that they got it, but they ain't, but I tell you now, I'm tryna build my shit from the sand
If you don't know me, so how can you owe me, a motherf*ckin' thing but respect, OG
If you wanna be in this bitch like me, you better put in that time, you better put in that seed
Better blend that bitch, blend them words in that mic, and spit that bitch till your lungs can't provide
No type of fuel for the shit that you write, I'll tell you now, I am always on mine
Always on time, and always gonna find, always a motherf*cker in this bitch now
And I best believe, I produce that sound, and I make the shit that you believe it right now
Cause I am a freestyle artist with no f*ckin' pad, I don't even write shit I never f*ckin' had
So best believe one thing, that is that now, the motherf*ckin' beat I just murdered it right now
Writer: James Brear
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid