SoundBoyKillaz
Push it to the max like my shoe game in the 90s
Strip em with the bars, blue flamez with the grimies
I'm about the dollar bill, let that power build
Got old clientele that probably wanna holla still
But it's on to the next episode, check the breath control
Perfect the scroll every time that I rep for sho
I got a winning habit, my pen is cinematic
Y'all got skeletons in y'all closet, mines in the attic
Collecting dust when you want some live shit
You should check for us, respect the buzz
This the exodus from all the funny biz
You can find us wherever the money is
Posted up with the toaster tuck
Might've seen us on the poster but I ain't bragging though
Just to let you know with this rap shit I ain't lagging yo
All that goofy shit gotta go, we not here for it
Dropping bars back to back, you ain't gotta wait years for it
Dudes preaching to the choir, wild geeking for desire
Burning rubber, Out of hell can smell the screeching from the tires
Pole position like it, I love it, they give my flows and listen
Gotta uphold tradition, fold under no conditions
Yo I tell them what the time is, you're dealing with VA's finest
My mind is on some crime shit, it's all add on's no minus
Get your math together, we stashing cheddar
Knowing that shit ain't gonna last forever
I sent raps in letters to my fam behind bars
Some memorize my lines and stood behind bars
I wrote on a humbug, smoking on some bud
Sending fire to inspire, just giving them one love
Doing these dark times, I write the type of ish that spark minds
That's how my thoughts shine, of course I'm on boss time
Don't cross lines, my jock, my joint my jank
Do what? Get off mine
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SoundBoyKillaz
Push it to the max like my shoe game in the 90s
Strip em with the bars, blue flamez with the grimies
I'm about the dollar bill, let that power build
Got old clientele that probably wanna holla still
But it's on to the next episode, check the breath control
Perfect the scroll every time that I rep for sho
I got a winning habit, my pen is cinematic
Y'all got skeletons in y'all closet, mines in the attic
Collecting dust when you want some live shit
You should check for us, respect the buzz
This the exodus from all the funny biz
You can find us wherever the money is
Posted up with the toaster tuck
Might've seen us on the poster but I ain't bragging though
Just to let you know with this rap shit I ain't lagging yo
All that goofy shit gotta go, we not here for it
Dropping bars back to back, you ain't gotta wait years for it
Dudes preaching to the choir, wild geeking for desire
Burning rubber, Out of hell can smell the screeching from the tires
Pole position like it, I love it, they give my flows and listen
Gotta uphold tradition, fold under no conditions
Yo I tell them what the time is, you're dealing with VA's finest
My mind is on some crime shit, it's all add on's no minus
Get your math together, we stashing cheddar
Knowing that shit ain't gonna last forever
I sent raps in letters to my fam behind bars
Some memorize my lines and stood behind bars
I wrote on a humbug, smoking on some bud
Sending fire to inspire, just giving them one love
Doing these dark times, I write the type of ish that spark minds
That's how my thoughts shine, of course I'm on boss time
Don't cross lines, my jock, my joint my jank
Do what? Get off mine
Push it to the max like my shoe game in the 90s
Strip em with the bars, blue flamez with the grimies
I'm about the dollar bill, let that power build
Got old clientele that probably wanna holla still
But it's on to the next episode, check the breath control
Perfect the scroll every time that I rep for sho
I got a winning habit, my pen is cinematic
Y'all got skeletons in y'all closet, mines in the attic
Collecting dust when you want some live shit
You should check for us, respect the buzz
This the exodus from all the funny biz
You can find us wherever the money is
Posted up with the toaster tuck
Might've seen us on the poster but I ain't bragging though
Just to let you know with this rap shit I ain't lagging yo
All that goofy shit gotta go, we not here for it
Dropping bars back to back, you ain't gotta wait years for it
Dudes preaching to the choir, wild geeking for desire
Burning rubber, Out of hell can smell the screeching from the tires
Pole position like it, I love it, they give my flows and listen
Gotta uphold tradition, fold under no conditions
Yo I tell them what the time is, you're dealing with VA's finest
My mind is on some crime shit, it's all add on's no minus
Get your math together, we stashing cheddar
Knowing that shit ain't gonna last forever
I sent raps in letters to my fam behind bars
Some memorize my lines and stood behind bars
I wrote on a humbug, smoking on some bud
Sending fire to inspire, just giving them one love
Doing these dark times, I write the type of ish that spark minds
That's how my thoughts shine, of course I'm on boss time
Don't cross lines, my jock, my joint my jank
Do what? Get off mine
Writer: Tim Lewis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid