Verse 1:
Smile while my teeth showing
20 feet snowing, in the summer weed blowing, all right
I told my city the east going to rule
Cool, the future is me flowing, the priest's omen
But I can't fuck with Jesus, my life is cupped like Reeses
I be king and also the cleanest, these bitches want the penis
Hipsters I kill as I hipfire with thrill
Blat, blat, you drive by with flat wheels, killer
Call me mr. clean like custodians
You gon feel the heat when I'm bombing plutonium
Nagasaki, I'm Big Wilt you can't block me
Drown em cops, rest in peace Rodney, barriers break Nazi zombies
Uh, struggled my whole life being honest
Was scared of opinions and negative comments
I'll Be Finding Forever, just like I'm Common
Beat calming, but even if you Muhammad
(Hook)
You can't fight the feeling (x2)
(It won't stop)
You can't fight the feeling (x2)
(It won't stop)
Verse 2:
Smoking good, man I got a fucking problem
Was living life until they sent me off to Shutter Island
Impossible eating with Robert Irvine
Great feeling when I saw Kim K naked for the first time
I'm just a juvenile, imbecile
Idioms ill industry my inner style, in this trial
Judge giving me life, prosecutors giving me dirty looks
Guilty for not giving a fuck, they got me booked
Taking shots, 6.9 seconds left on the clock
Hand me the rock, let me get the pick and I pop
Before it drop, look up at the crowd, screaming
Photographer flash, camera men screening
Dreaming, I told my homies I wanna be like Allen
I don't have enough talent, that's why I stick to rapping
Look back at the basket, crowd reaction they gasping at what happened to Chris
Game over, the shot missed cause
(Hook)
Verse 3:
I'm always sleeping, sleep in the day, eating bullets that you fucking spray
Wreaking my body decay
Teaching them other ways, I'm beasting like Bane, seeking some sane
Decent and praised, speaking with vain, freak inhumane
Drown the bodies as they fall in the water
Pirhanas nesting right near us, and great whites is farther
Motherfucker, I'm close to your mom, call me stepfather
Clean houses, breach aqueducts, my daddy stuck as accountant
My girl like to fuck, butt bouncing, my head shaking
Bouncer threw me out the club said I was being flagrant
Forget that, murder this beat, lyrically slaughter it
Keep it breathing with oxygen, acknowledge it, demolish it
I'm as tight as the skinny jeans on Wayne
Insane in your membrane, coming at you like Night Train
Fuck what they say, I do me, fuck out my way
Do this every day, but even if you Sugar Ray you
(Hook)
Smile while my teeth showing
20 feet snowing, in the summer weed blowing, all right
I told my city the east going to rule
Cool, the future is me flowing, the priest's omen
But I can't fuck with Jesus, my life is cupped like Reeses
I be king and also the cleanest, these bitches want the penis
Hipsters I kill as I hipfire with thrill
Blat, blat, you drive by with flat wheels, killer
Call me mr. clean like custodians
You gon feel the heat when I'm bombing plutonium
Nagasaki, I'm Big Wilt you can't block me
Drown em cops, rest in peace Rodney, barriers break Nazi zombies
Uh, struggled my whole life being honest
Was scared of opinions and negative comments
I'll Be Finding Forever, just like I'm Common
Beat calming, but even if you Muhammad
(Hook)
You can't fight the feeling (x2)
(It won't stop)
You can't fight the feeling (x2)
(It won't stop)
Verse 2:
Smoking good, man I got a fucking problem
Was living life until they sent me off to Shutter Island
Impossible eating with Robert Irvine
Great feeling when I saw Kim K naked for the first time
I'm just a juvenile, imbecile
Idioms ill industry my inner style, in this trial
Judge giving me life, prosecutors giving me dirty looks
Guilty for not giving a fuck, they got me booked
Taking shots, 6.9 seconds left on the clock
Hand me the rock, let me get the pick and I pop
Before it drop, look up at the crowd, screaming
Photographer flash, camera men screening
Dreaming, I told my homies I wanna be like Allen
I don't have enough talent, that's why I stick to rapping
Look back at the basket, crowd reaction they gasping at what happened to Chris
Game over, the shot missed cause
(Hook)
Verse 3:
I'm always sleeping, sleep in the day, eating bullets that you fucking spray
Wreaking my body decay
Teaching them other ways, I'm beasting like Bane, seeking some sane
Decent and praised, speaking with vain, freak inhumane
Drown the bodies as they fall in the water
Pirhanas nesting right near us, and great whites is farther
Motherfucker, I'm close to your mom, call me stepfather
Clean houses, breach aqueducts, my daddy stuck as accountant
My girl like to fuck, butt bouncing, my head shaking
Bouncer threw me out the club said I was being flagrant
Forget that, murder this beat, lyrically slaughter it
Keep it breathing with oxygen, acknowledge it, demolish it
I'm as tight as the skinny jeans on Wayne
Insane in your membrane, coming at you like Night Train
Fuck what they say, I do me, fuck out my way
Do this every day, but even if you Sugar Ray you
(Hook)
( CBeatz )
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