[Intro] Activate, activate, activate, activate Activate, activate, you know I'm about to activate Activate, activate, activate, activate Activate, activate (Woah, Kenny)
[Verse 1] Activation, activation Maturation process, rap game too saturated Grab your lady, masturbation on her face An acne patient acting patient, so complacent Comfortable, a basic bowl of shit Hold my own, I own my dick Go shalom, I'm unpredictable And roll with the clique and fold with big clips I know I'm feelin' activated when I came in this bitch Claiming the 6, I don't care about being famous and shit I was a bad little never had, nigga get the bag Give it back to my fam, boy I am who I am Hope I don't get in a jam in a jam Had a dream of eating lamb in the Lam' And the label come off fam with the ram Like Martin, Gina, Cole, Tommy, and Pam Start scheming, boy, you die where you-
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[Interlude: Jamaican DJ] Now hear dis! You likkle spit and chew out soundbwoy You mussi think you can go buy experience a Woolworth! You mussi think a so King Selassie ah get him crown! No, no, no! No, no, no, no way! You got to work hard for it!
[Verse 2] Look, okay This the type of shit that have niggas in beef Dat slick talk followed by some stick talk then sleep Pissed off, I done took my fifth loss this week Big dog, I can scratch that shit off like fleas I got a lotta shit to say, but I'ma keep my list short I know alotta your favorites not gon' fuck with this part When I'm done, please know that I was trying to diss y'all 'Cause if this is a competition, then I'm setting this bar In my city, who's with me? I'm in my own lane, jack Niggas said JID so flame, I propane rap I'm from East Atlanta like Gucci and Travis Porter But my story is similar to the hare and the tortoise Pen so sharp told stories you thought I forged it Back in the fourth grade, never read Curious Jorge My nigga Corey kept a little 40 inside his North Face Left a nigga with no face and beat the court case Coming home from ball practice, took the street the short way We from the East, but never gave niggas a reason To try it or think it's easy, soft pussy niggas eat the sorbet Or eating your face, or squeeze the heat, then leaving your place I've been telling you life's a bitch, but it's a beach in your case I've been yelling and throwing fits, I'm tired of screaming all day I've been fighting these fucking demons all day Man, this shit ain't never been easy, maybe I just need a breather Hand your boy the blower, let me squeeze it Blow a little steam, I ain't hating, I'm just heated Niggas know what I mean, but niggas don't know what I been through So if I offend you then, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
[Chorus] I heard niggas looking for a problem But we don't even move until the rent due My niggas' hands itching, finna rob something Better pray to God that he don't get you Better pray to God that he don't get you Better pray to God that he don't get you Better pray to God that he don't get you (Our Father) Better pray to God
[Verse 3] Look, okay Fuck what a nigga say or, look, my mama think I made it Lift my head to the skies, I cry and begin prayer Thanks to the maker, got me out of an awful place My nigga gone for 17 years like a cicada More than a motivator for me to get off my anus And kick ass like I'm Danny Mainus Put the pen pad to the paper, big mad with a painting brush Splish splash, drawing scenes from my dim lit past Dimwit, pimp shit, syndicate with the pen grip Ripping shit, intimate, infinite rhyme kicking, l-l-let's begin Who's your list? Your top 10? You can say whoever better than I'm ready now, I was ready then, I was headed down the aisle Rap game in a wedding gown, she gave me the ring I said, "Yes" and vowed for forever now On the honeymoon getting naked now On a money pile doing doggystyle I'm a father now, and you are my child Or you aren't my child, I'm on Maury now And I'm talking loud, the results are found You are not the, wow, I should kill this bitch like a doggy pound We divorcing now I want the cars, ring, clothes, all the house And you broke my heart, I'm re-organizing And really trying to be mature about it But I gotta kill it like a fucking villain Dream-villain, Spill-villain, rhyme to the ceiling Would I should I kill a rapper 'cause I coulda Duh nigga, this a gun and a bullet
[Chorus] I heard niggas looking for a problem But we don't even move till' the rent due My niggas' hands itching, finna rob something Better pray to God that he don't get you Better pray to God that he don't get you Better pray to God that he don't get you Better pray to God that he don't get you
[Outro] Not that I need it This nigga cap as fuck, man Ain't no cap in my rap This super cap in your rap, boy Where y'all niggas from for real? Where y'all from? Naw OhhhTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
