Talking mature, but spit that manure
Sound like the trenches, still got the allure
Dirty and grimy, I pour out the sewers
They claiming they ill, I'm the motherfucking cure
Mind on my money, an entrepreneur
I cannot stop till my fam be secure
Fakes keep on multiplying, realest be fewer
Man fuck wid the realest, ain't nobody truer
Bitches they calling, they fuck wid the don
Bitch I'm an ace, boss like I'm Shawn
All of these spades to dig up their graves
Bury em rappers so deep, make no mistake
Mutumbo you bitches like I'm in the paint
Throwing your shots, better shoot from a range
Rappers that steppin get heads rearranged
I'm not with the beefin I don't entertain
So out of this world, the clever ones know it
Musk on my line, I teach him the orbit
All of em millions, know I deserve it
Get to the cake, that I'm never deserting
A time for the manners, a time to beserk
Tell all of these rappers it's time to get murked
A time for the manners, a time to beserk
Tell all of these rappers are gonna get
Talking mature, but spit that manure
Sound like the trenches, still got the allure
Dirty and grimy, I pour out the sewers
They claiming they ill, I'm the motherfucking cure
Mind on my money, an entrepreneur
I cannot stop till my fam be secure
Fakes keep on multiplying, realest be fewer
Man fuck wid the realest, ain't nobody truer
Talking mature, but spit that manure
Sound like the trenches, still got the allure
Dirty and grimy, I pour out the sewers
They claiming they ill, I'm the motherfucking cure
Mind on my money, an entrepreneur
I cannot stop till my fam be secure
Fakes keep on multiplying, realest be fewer
Man fuck wid the realest, ain't nobody truer
Nothing be new to me, lived it already
One way or another, I live for the commas
I get to millis, I'm so good at commerce
Stealing from fathers and taking their daughters
Like it or not, it's by choice she be coming
Rappers be jaded, these fans outta options
Rhyme for rhyme, toe to toe, bitch ima top it
Stand in my line of sight, bitch ima cock it
Y'all rapping like goofies and talk outta pocket
No chicken pox, but I'm itching pop it
Light a fire under your ass like a rocket
Shows and fat asses you know that I rock it
The way that I'm slaughtering I cannot stop it
All of this drippin my faucet I broke it
Wetty her thighs, you know that I soak it
Tell by my eyes, never lose focus
Tell by my eyes, never lose focus
Too many high wid narcotics they poppin
Man fuck what they talkin, I keep it a hunnid
Talking mature, but spit that manure
Sound like the trenches, still got the allure
Dirty and grimy, I pour out the sewers
They claiming they ill, I'm the motherfucking cure
Mind on my money, an entrepreneur
I cannot stop till my fam be secure
Fakes keep on multiplying, realest be fewer
Man fuck wid the realest, ain't nobody truer
Talking mature, but spit that manure
Sound like the trenches, still got the allure
Dirty and grimy, I pour out the sewers
They claiming they ill, I'm the motherfucking cure
Mind on my money, an entrepreneur
I cannot stop till my fam be secure
Fakes keep on multiplying, realest be fewer
Man fuck wid the realest, ain't nobody truer
Sound like the trenches, still got the allure
Dirty and grimy, I pour out the sewers
They claiming they ill, I'm the motherfucking cure
Mind on my money, an entrepreneur
I cannot stop till my fam be secure
Fakes keep on multiplying, realest be fewer
Man fuck wid the realest, ain't nobody truer
Bitches they calling, they fuck wid the don
Bitch I'm an ace, boss like I'm Shawn
All of these spades to dig up their graves
Bury em rappers so deep, make no mistake
Mutumbo you bitches like I'm in the paint
Throwing your shots, better shoot from a range
Rappers that steppin get heads rearranged
I'm not with the beefin I don't entertain
So out of this world, the clever ones know it
Musk on my line, I teach him the orbit
All of em millions, know I deserve it
Get to the cake, that I'm never deserting
A time for the manners, a time to beserk
Tell all of these rappers it's time to get murked
A time for the manners, a time to beserk
Tell all of these rappers are gonna get
Talking mature, but spit that manure
Sound like the trenches, still got the allure
Dirty and grimy, I pour out the sewers
They claiming they ill, I'm the motherfucking cure
Mind on my money, an entrepreneur
I cannot stop till my fam be secure
Fakes keep on multiplying, realest be fewer
Man fuck wid the realest, ain't nobody truer
Talking mature, but spit that manure
Sound like the trenches, still got the allure
Dirty and grimy, I pour out the sewers
They claiming they ill, I'm the motherfucking cure
Mind on my money, an entrepreneur
I cannot stop till my fam be secure
Fakes keep on multiplying, realest be fewer
Man fuck wid the realest, ain't nobody truer
Nothing be new to me, lived it already
One way or another, I live for the commas
I get to millis, I'm so good at commerce
Stealing from fathers and taking their daughters
Like it or not, it's by choice she be coming
Rappers be jaded, these fans outta options
Rhyme for rhyme, toe to toe, bitch ima top it
Stand in my line of sight, bitch ima cock it
Y'all rapping like goofies and talk outta pocket
No chicken pox, but I'm itching pop it
Light a fire under your ass like a rocket
Shows and fat asses you know that I rock it
The way that I'm slaughtering I cannot stop it
All of this drippin my faucet I broke it
Wetty her thighs, you know that I soak it
Tell by my eyes, never lose focus
Tell by my eyes, never lose focus
Too many high wid narcotics they poppin
Man fuck what they talkin, I keep it a hunnid
Talking mature, but spit that manure
Sound like the trenches, still got the allure
Dirty and grimy, I pour out the sewers
They claiming they ill, I'm the motherfucking cure
Mind on my money, an entrepreneur
I cannot stop till my fam be secure
Fakes keep on multiplying, realest be fewer
Man fuck wid the realest, ain't nobody truer
Talking mature, but spit that manure
Sound like the trenches, still got the allure
Dirty and grimy, I pour out the sewers
They claiming they ill, I'm the motherfucking cure
Mind on my money, an entrepreneur
I cannot stop till my fam be secure
Fakes keep on multiplying, realest be fewer
Man fuck wid the realest, ain't nobody truer
( Eric Yung )
www.ChordsAZ.com