Griselda... Take motherfuckin' one thousand, haha Look (you ready, kid?)
Got me breathin' with dragons I breathe and burn down ya cabin I'm spazzin' on every track and I'm rappin' with so much passion A race to the top, I lap 'em Don't ask for ya favorite rapper (he dead) I killed him (amen), church (he dead) Killed him (amen,) bitch
Turnin' rappers to corpses My metaphors is like torches I torch him And leave his corpse on a bag on his mama's porch I'm a force in this rappin' shit When I'm spittin', it's so euphoric Consistently makin' history Bitch, you gettin' extorted Unfortunately I ain't make a fortune out these recordings I could've been in a coffin but I'm alive so unfortunate If Cassidy spittin' RAID Well I'm acid to rappers (?) And half of these rappers borin' They rappin' about a Porsche When they actually can't afford it Attackin' me is your mission Then bitch you better abort it You just a walkin' abortion (He dead) bitch (Amen) that's what they tellin' me Flow is dope, you can peddle me Triple beam couldn't measure me Drop The Devil's Reject and I'm special My flow is heavenly Melody on my lap while I'm writin', duckin' a felony Better be ready he got the chopper, aimin' it steadily Pull up I'm sprayin' 70 I'm from a different pedigree Been releasin' this hell in me Ever since they put a shell in me Cutta was up in that jail with me Now we gettin' all this bread And these niggas full of all jealousy Far from me These niggas ain't tellin' me nothin' Any niggas that's dissin' me Mad 'cause I got they bitch with me Listen, you don't wanna a flip from me Really, that's all you gunna get from me Why you wanna go and diss me? Just sit, and let me just make history I ain't heard a nigga that's sick as me Spittin' this shit with intensity Viciously, all of my verses is crack And you can't get a brick from me Get the blick then eventually I'ma get you, it's official (he dead) Haha (amen), bitch
Got me breathin' with dragons I breathe and burn down ya cabin I'm spazzin' on every track and I'm rappin' with so much passion A race to the top, I lap 'em Don't ask for ya favorite rapper (he dead) I killed him (amen), church (he dead) I killed him (amen), bitch
Got me breathin' with dragons I breathe and burn down ya cabin I'm spazzin' on every track and I'm rappin' with so much passion A race to the top, I lap 'em Don't ask for ya favorite rapper (he dead) I killed him (amen), church (he dead) I killed him (amen), bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
