I'm from Chicago and New York, ay
And I don't got a new Porsche
And I ain't even indoors
And I don't even got the force
Look look, he drop the beat it go silent
I swear that I'm an ultra pilot
I meant to put on autopilot
I'm driving its something crazy
I'm riding in something that's not specific
Ya'll can't even understand this
I can't even get this
This beat that I'm hearing, literally I cannot hear it
This shit is not good it's not high quality
But that shit don't even bother me
This shit is better, I'm Floyd the Mayweather
I'm coming after their sweaters
Your girl ain't that cold do you really need to sweat her
Nobody could do it better
I'm in NY we don't get high
I don't smoke weed
I don't got drink
I don't po' up
I'm out here show up if you show up then show out
Niggas know what we bout
Come through if you in my hood GPS reroute
Look I'm from the nine, 79th we do it dirty
Shoutout Mani shoutout Rio Shoutout Zou I know they heard me
Look, I mix shit up like McDonalds with their McFlurries
They wanna mess with the kid well they know know they run into Herbie
I'm out here, they in the scurvy
Bring it back bring it back
I'm out here and I know she on my lap
She tryna mess with me and probably roll up a forty-sack
They say ooh your brother chance I say you know where he at
You can catch us on the nine, you could catch us in the land
You know we is never landing like my name was Peter Pan
Never never never land
Yeah this flow is always grand
And if I was Michael Jackson, I'd have a never never land
In my backyard and probably in the front room
I'm giving hot doom
This shit comes soon
Boy I don't got time to play, I got a EP that's dropping
And I got a Broad Shoulders album in my pocket
On distribution, shout out to Chris Muni
Shoutout to Treble, shoutout to...
I meant to say the Goonies
I'm feeling like, I'm feeling like I can't stop mixing it up
They want a miller lite I'm in sight, go crazy on the beat
When I run up on in the streets they tryna fuck with me the heat
I be going way too crazy
I feel like I am just Jay Z
If they tryna fuck with me then they gonna be impressed like Sway be
Shoutout Sway my mans right here
Smiling, grinning at me I'm trying to have a brand new island
Every time I hit the flow my dude switch it up
It's ok, I got time, yeah, yeah I'm good enough
Like Chano first album, boy we wilding out here
I been out here and I'm posting and I'm styling out here
Freestyling out here
I ain't write it out here
Came straight from the hotel and I ain't study no no
I can't write it in my notebook, I got no time for playing now
My homie said put it on the Microsoft word and back back it up
My backspace deleted then I passed it up
I never pass the blunt
I never ask for stuff
I swear that I been doing this for years
I swear that this shit is high
You could see the shine like a chandelier, boy
Ya'll tryna fuck with me like three musketeers
One beer, one kid, and I still do it here
In the Chi I never let it go
They know how to pedal row
They tryna tell Pinocchio stories
I am just pedal dough
Hey I got the metal flow
Pushing heavy metal though
You could bring the... yeah I'm on you cause I never fold
I never leave it to the boy
Never leave it to the king
They tryna mess with me, I got a girl she like Coretta King
Scot on the boy, I ain't got time for noise, boy
I'm from the Illinois
You know this beat will get destroyed
I am the boy I am the best
You can put me to the test
Taylor Bennett, nothing less
Yeah Chance is the bro
But you know we always best
And if ya'll tryna put it to us we gonna come to you right after
I be out here and I swear I got the word like I'm the pastor
I'm the master
I'm Poseidon
Who is y'all niggas riding with
Who is y'all niggas tiding with
Boy I went to church on Sunday and had my ties for it
I ain't got time to be out here I'm really from the streets
79th, you could drop the beat, I'm not from Middle East
But Chiraq looking like the Middle East we have no peace
If they tryna mess with me, I bake em up like it's some yeast
Put it in the fridge, if it's cold then I cool them off
Boy I'm out here
Who you cooling with or fooling with
I'm booling with somebody crazy, yeah
I don't smoke weed no more
It was pressing me
Have my own recipe
THE Tay Bennett Entertainment, Rocky next to me
Bring my artists up to Sway
Put them on the SOBs
Sold out the show last night
Yeah that shit will wrestle me
I meant to say I put it down how I lay it down
Never make a sound
When I drop around
I don't drop a clip
I just drop a script
That should punch your face in
Boy I got punchlines, watch who you play with
I am from the South Side, boy who you stay with
We'll roll up on you like this ain't nothing to play with
This ain't nothing to go in yeah a nigga keep flowing
They said I had five beats, a nigga could keep on going
Put me up on the sixth, put me up on the list
Yeah let's go let's get it screw it, look
He got the beats ready, I swear I'm out here
I been doing this forever yeah I'm bout this
I ain't got nobody tryna put me on
Not Chano or Rick Rubin
My homies is tryna smoke Cubans
You know how we do it
That lame shit is foolish
Don't bring it to my homies cause you know just how we do it
Look, I am the trooper, I am the star
You get ejected rejected like a VCR
Yeah we see too far
Yeah I got the foreign cars
When they pulling up I swear I got it in my lap
But I ain't shooting that's what's up
Shoutout to dudes who out here talking bout violence
But ain't from 79th where them niggas really wilding
Grew up with my homie Mani, grew up with my homie Greg
Yeah I got some homies in the pen, Satchel hold your head
Yeah I got my homies and I'm tryna get him out
He was 18 when he went in and they still ain't let him out
But he coming back
He was like the running back
Flow going crazy man, ask them where the gun is at
Ask them where the shooter's at
I recompute the computer set
I ain't got time to fuck with them, this Frank Lucas set
Boy I'm in NY
You know we ain't never shy
I am from the Chi, we good beef like Five Guys
Yeah I'll call up five guys and tell them come through for the set
You know I ain't got time to get checked out with the vet
We some dogs we some killers
We really is from this shit, yeah
I'm off the top and this really ain't stunner shit
When I pull up off the lob with the Porsche and the stunner whip
You gonna know I ain't sign my soul cause TBE is the label
And that shit is going crazy
Niggas know that I rock it
I swear that Jay Z need to come and call me cause I'm a sock them
I meant to say I'ma kill it
Shoutout Jay shoutout Bey shoutout Ye
You know I'm fucking with the team, you know
But I'm really tryna go and get it
I'm not like these other rappers, yeah this shit ain't even scripted
I got writtens Ima spit right after this shit
You put me on 5 fingers, I'm the master of this shit
I'ma collapse on this shit
And then bring them back to the trap
I meant to say they know where we be at
I'm halfer than that
They halfer than this
They calling me lil bro but they don't know
Taylor Bennett is the hardest when he spits on beats tho
Yeah, I got that Eminem flow
But I'm from Chicago
Midwest, Detroit
My producer Ludlow made the Broad Shoulders tape
Shoutout to TuneCore
We did our own distribution that's why we ain't use yours
Yeah, the beat coming after me
I love when they mess with me
I love when they test me
Taylor Bennett cold
He ain't smart, he ain't old
He 20 with a soul
Old soul, pot of gold
Like a lucky, yeah
I'm feeling like I need some lucky charms
They messing with me yeah they testing me I must be hard
It must be cold, I must be cool
Yeah I must be old
Give me another beat
It's ok we got the feet
I'm in the stands
I'm feeling like I am Killa Cam
I had a pink suit on last night when I performed
Then I had to go downstairs and dress too warm
I put on the overalls
I still ain't get no sleep yet
Wondering why I ain't change my clothes
Yeah I ain't sleep yet
I ain't to get to hit the crib
Yeah we had some crazy stuff happening last night
Cause we was packing up the crowd at SOBs
Like Ye like Jay
Like ay like give me one year and I'll show you I don't play
Like give me one more beat and Ima tell you I'ma kill it
I don't got no time to feel it this shit the realest
I'm feeling like...
Like I really need a paint job
Pull up on shorty like yeah where the paint job
Cadillac 96 boy
Boy I'm from Chicago you the 5 or the 6 boy
We ain't messing with the 5-0 round here
If you come around here
Boy you probably not from here
If I see you there then you know I'm never scared
And my flow is never dropping
Got the world inside my pocket
And I'm faster than a rocket
If I sock them, I'ma master it
Flow. I'ma master it
Stick it then I pass the shit
[Sway:] Yo roll out roll out roll out roll out roll out roll out roll out roll out roll out roll out!
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