My nikes are real white, check one
My nikes are real white, check two
I'm a bastard that'll master ways
to massacre the masses
Like a massive meteor that
smashes cities into ashes
I bash these little faggots to your faces,
facing backwards
Wait for you, I'm taking you to quiet
places in the backwoods
Where a host already dug a slug
is waiting very patiently
To travel through the chamber of
the banger very gracefully
And dance through your cranium,
tangle with your brain stem
Saucer with your cerebellum,
quickly rearrange them
Exit through your ear holes,
firein' projectiles
My bullets are accumulatin'
frequent flyer miles
I'm door -rakin',
cakin' off multiple enterprising businesses
But wait up in the rental keepin'
enterprising business, kid
Analyzin' every possibility like physicists
My pistol -fractured face is faster than
pistols could spit at this
The truth's when the album drop
The crew run their mouth a lot
But
Apple on the mic is like
Zeus on the mountaintop
Lightning throw a mic exploder,
most of rappers' lives are over
Viper vocal, wifey stroke, a rare exotic
Nike owner
Hulu speaker, speaker blower, blow your mind,
my mind'll blow your brain
It's all the same if you take it
back and rewind it over
Overtime, score tied,
seconds a tickin'
For recognition,
I be spittin' till the records are skippin'
Respect the click and everything'll be cool
Y 'all better check if it's cool,
I just ejected fuel in your record pool
We some co -wakers,
we some show takers
But all we tryna do is get mo' paper
We some co -wakers,
we some ho -takers
Whole clique, flow sick, gettin' no papers
I like some real white,
check one I like some real white, check two
Check one, check two, check one, two
Check one, check two, check one, two
Yo, if you heard of
Doe
Rankers, then you already know
I roll with a click, that assist,
then flip that dough
See why I'm at school,
tryna play that tic -tac -toe?
I switch to
Lil'
Sis, findin' how to hit that hoe
Let me talk to all these niggas,
wanna get that mo'
No warning,
your peeps moanin' cause they miss you so
A clown nigga laid down like six feet low
Cause I thought it was just a game
when you spit that flow
No, not on the throne yet,
but I'm a known threat
Plus I'm known for puttin'
suttin' in pussies like
Go -Tex
I'm on some
CEO shit, yeah your man's a boss
Kids say he's a myth like
Santa
Claus
I got the tools to provide with
Either you ride or col lide with
My clicker, choose a side to hide with
Motive to live is paid,
my dues won't settle for shit
Nothin' to prove,
none of these dudes on the level I spit
Shit's funny, I'm about money,
but a beast on track
So watch your mouth when
y speak on wax
Cause beef with app, nigga,
then the meat's gon' crack
Believe the facts,
cause I treat y 'all on team with gas
Give a fuck if you're old school
rap or new dudes
They don't spit sick, that shit you do do
Fuck all the talk, son,
the acting is done
Come to your show, after you flow,
only thing clapping's done
We some show wakers,
we some show takers
But all we tryna do is get mo' paper
We some co -bakers,
we some hoe -takers
Whole clique, flow sick, ain't no fakers
My nikes are real white, check one
My nikes are real white, check two
Check one, check two, check one, two
Check one, check two, check one, two
Yo, it's the hot shit, dude
It's your boy,
B -Hood,
A &E
Demi
God, they controlling me right now
apply,
smack ya motherfuckers donezent
Mode, lay you out
Emilio,
knock you out
Y 'all
niggas want it,
got it bitch bitch
bitch
bitch
bitch
bitch
bitch