Yeah
Let me get the flow right, let me get the flow right
Wait, Wait
Calling all brothers, I got it all covered
Got the rap game in a chokehold, got them all smothered
Getting all the cash in abundance
Circle so small, can't last the circumference
Whoever that want it, I'm able
Million Dollar Baby, I even cut the cord, f*ck cable
Matter fact, even f*ck labels
Touching every continent, though the bandwidth's unstable
Rest assured, you don't have to guess no more
Turn your ass to Kunta, even with your best foot forward
Talk tough but got less endurance
I don't even gotta sweat the chorus
Spit bars every week, but it's not for the weak
Matter fact, it's quite hard to compete
Cause the slick talk I got ain't cheap
Never been a square, you'll never find a mark in this beast
Rappers you're impressed by, I ain't pressed by
Whole squad full of geeks like Best Buy
Reppin Maryland, DC and all
But I'm usually at the bar up in Harlem on the West Side
Some people wanna chastise, even wanna tell lies
Even though they know it's not facts
Know they all trash
Big talk but small type
I guess you can say they're all Cap
When the microphone is on, I am all ya'll leader
Got your life on the line like a palm reader
Put me on your song, then you got the wrong feature
I will atomic bomb all speakers
I ain't no preacher
But I'm getting all of the paper
Häagen-Dazs, giving all of the flavors
I be writing rap, writing pop
Getting all of the wages
Living Goode off the White like I'm Jonathan Majors
The best nonetheless, nigga yes I'm blessed
Put a vest on my chest, you know Red gon' flex
Getting checks, playing chess, I don't sweat no press
Who gon' knock me off the top, I ain't met them yet
Your rhymes are a contradiction, every composition
And you never was competition
All the lies you be telling, I ain't buying what you selling
Why the f*ck would anybody wanna comp your diction?
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Yeah
Let me get the flow right, let me get the flow right
Wait, Wait
Calling all brothers, I got it all covered
Got the rap game in a chokehold, got them all smothered
Getting all the cash in abundance
Circle so small, can't last the circumference
Whoever that want it, I'm able
Million Dollar Baby, I even cut the cord, f*ck cable
Matter fact, even f*ck labels
Touching every continent, though the bandwidth's unstable
Rest assured, you don't have to guess no more
Turn your ass to Kunta, even with your best foot forward
Talk tough but got less endurance
I don't even gotta sweat the chorus
Spit bars every week, but it's not for the weak
Matter fact, it's quite hard to compete
Cause the slick talk I got ain't cheap
Never been a square, you'll never find a mark in this beast
Rappers you're impressed by, I ain't pressed by
Whole squad full of geeks like Best Buy
Reppin Maryland, DC and all
But I'm usually at the bar up in Harlem on the West Side
Some people wanna chastise, even wanna tell lies
Even though they know it's not facts
Know they all trash
Big talk but small type
I guess you can say they're all Cap
When the microphone is on, I am all ya'll leader
Got your life on the line like a palm reader
Put me on your song, then you got the wrong feature
I will atomic bomb all speakers
I ain't no preacher
But I'm getting all of the paper
Häagen-Dazs, giving all of the flavors
I be writing rap, writing pop
Getting all of the wages
Living Goode off the White like I'm Jonathan Majors
The best nonetheless, nigga yes I'm blessed
Put a vest on my chest, you know Red gon' flex
Getting checks, playing chess, I don't sweat no press
Who gon' knock me off the top, I ain't met them yet
Your rhymes are a contradiction, every composition
And you never was competition
All the lies you be telling, I ain't buying what you selling
Why the f*ck would anybody wanna comp your diction?
Let me get the flow right, let me get the flow right
Wait, Wait
Calling all brothers, I got it all covered
Got the rap game in a chokehold, got them all smothered
Getting all the cash in abundance
Circle so small, can't last the circumference
Whoever that want it, I'm able
Million Dollar Baby, I even cut the cord, f*ck cable
Matter fact, even f*ck labels
Touching every continent, though the bandwidth's unstable
Rest assured, you don't have to guess no more
Turn your ass to Kunta, even with your best foot forward
Talk tough but got less endurance
I don't even gotta sweat the chorus
Spit bars every week, but it's not for the weak
Matter fact, it's quite hard to compete
Cause the slick talk I got ain't cheap
Never been a square, you'll never find a mark in this beast
Rappers you're impressed by, I ain't pressed by
Whole squad full of geeks like Best Buy
Reppin Maryland, DC and all
But I'm usually at the bar up in Harlem on the West Side
Some people wanna chastise, even wanna tell lies
Even though they know it's not facts
Know they all trash
Big talk but small type
I guess you can say they're all Cap
When the microphone is on, I am all ya'll leader
Got your life on the line like a palm reader
Put me on your song, then you got the wrong feature
I will atomic bomb all speakers
I ain't no preacher
But I'm getting all of the paper
Häagen-Dazs, giving all of the flavors
I be writing rap, writing pop
Getting all of the wages
Living Goode off the White like I'm Jonathan Majors
The best nonetheless, nigga yes I'm blessed
Put a vest on my chest, you know Red gon' flex
Getting checks, playing chess, I don't sweat no press
Who gon' knock me off the top, I ain't met them yet
Your rhymes are a contradiction, every composition
And you never was competition
All the lies you be telling, I ain't buying what you selling
Why the f*ck would anybody wanna comp your diction?
Writer: Stephen Redhead
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