My style cayenne pepper so I spit like Dylan Speak the criminal slang Lyrical homicide Lyrically I'm worshipped, don't front the word sick Sorry if I write like niggas with attitude I'm the most anticipated I'm what the west is missing
Sup y'all? I'm glad we could meet I know it took a while for me to introduce my self properly But this is me, I don't howl at the moon I'm obviously a beast, I got fangs for teeth Eatin' rappers like cabbage in your mamma's coleslaw Soulbama, who you think your baby momma vote for? I feel I'm the best that's done it so far And that goes both ways, so far and so far Half the kind of rhymes I write Kind of remind me of like, lines in the Bible, I might Be a disciple, but I ain't tryin' to spread no gospel I wish y'all a great time under the sun Life is short, live it like it ain't 'cause it might not be 21 years taught me that, nobody Can take what I earn myself, 'til I earn myself I was born to shine, like a firefly am I
And I'm in the best position to wreck rappers like tangles From four angles, I see your plot unravel I'm a lost angel, somebody got me for my halo Around the time I wheelie'd my bike and watched cable Exposed to the street and learned to roll to the beat Had the gift since birth, but the curse was pre-natal Ask my momma, she'll cosign I brought the drama Kickin' her tummy like I punted for the Cowboys Mat McBriar, the silent killer with loud noise Tit for tat, I'm tic-tacin' Altoids Fresh-dressed for the occasion to trample y'all cats But you ignorant niggas ain't understandin' all that Ask wizzle, I'm like a train in the clouds, I'm fly on the track I'll take you there, but I ain't guidin' you back The phase three metaphor reservoir dog off the leash And y'all sleep, call the pound, I'm a clown and myTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
