Once again, it's the undeniable
Killing beats, and I'm liable
These rookies trying to come up to me
But they just ain't sizable
Murder I wrote, the way the pen hits the paper
Stealing beats from other artists, then send them to the undertaker
And I ain't talking bout the wrestler, you motherfucking dumb fucks
These wack ass rappers coming with more trash than a dump truck
Who want this? you get demolished and squashed quick
All I do is drop hits, bars hit them hard like drop kicks
Once I get in my zone, there ain't no stopping me
That's why they copy T, and follow me, like I hit the lottery
I gotta blaze constantly, stay high like apostrophes
Feel like I'm gonna die young, keep having dreams about people popping me
I guess it's just the haters man, Yeah they the jealous type
Like I'm not supposed to be rapping, cause my skin is vanilla right?
But fuck that, grab the mic, and then I gotta run that
And bury emcees to the point where they can't even come back
Straight killing shit, now they ain't breathing like Steve Jobs
Want some proof? take a look what I did to that bitch D-Bob
Tried to come at me, so I had to cut him short
Spit fire on the track, and light 'em up like Newports
Flows of all sorts, but I got this one perfected
Leaving 'em dissected, but they guessed that like it was suspected
So making fun of me, I'll come back abundantly
Rapping like a grown man, so homie you just a son to me
Bumble bee sting, but I float like a butterfly
I know I'm dope homie, so good luck telling me otherwise
Not giving a fuck about you, or these other guys
I just want the paper, have my pockets fat like they ate a ton of fries
Not attracted to the average, I need a Jennifer Lopez
Selena Gomez, have 'em both suck and fuck, then watch 'em go lez
Fast paced mind, and yours is slower than a moped
Spitting that crack, so I call my fans dope heads
Hope you hearing me out, catching on to every line
Complex rhymes, got these dudes wanna press rewind
Murdering the track and I'm not even in my prime
But I'm keeping these bitches wet like Super Mario Sunshine
It should be a crime, I'm doing this all the time
So coming at T-Gunz, is motherfucking asinine
My weed loud, man, screaming like an announcer
We in the fucking building, you getting pushed out by the bouncer
So to all the haters out there, they can suck my dick
Talking all that shit, when they can't even spit
Bag full of Dro, so I tote my Bic
T.H.C. to the fullest bitch, Too High Clique
Let's go
Killing beats, and I'm liable
These rookies trying to come up to me
But they just ain't sizable
Murder I wrote, the way the pen hits the paper
Stealing beats from other artists, then send them to the undertaker
And I ain't talking bout the wrestler, you motherfucking dumb fucks
These wack ass rappers coming with more trash than a dump truck
Who want this? you get demolished and squashed quick
All I do is drop hits, bars hit them hard like drop kicks
Once I get in my zone, there ain't no stopping me
That's why they copy T, and follow me, like I hit the lottery
I gotta blaze constantly, stay high like apostrophes
Feel like I'm gonna die young, keep having dreams about people popping me
I guess it's just the haters man, Yeah they the jealous type
Like I'm not supposed to be rapping, cause my skin is vanilla right?
But fuck that, grab the mic, and then I gotta run that
And bury emcees to the point where they can't even come back
Straight killing shit, now they ain't breathing like Steve Jobs
Want some proof? take a look what I did to that bitch D-Bob
Tried to come at me, so I had to cut him short
Spit fire on the track, and light 'em up like Newports
Flows of all sorts, but I got this one perfected
Leaving 'em dissected, but they guessed that like it was suspected
So making fun of me, I'll come back abundantly
Rapping like a grown man, so homie you just a son to me
Bumble bee sting, but I float like a butterfly
I know I'm dope homie, so good luck telling me otherwise
Not giving a fuck about you, or these other guys
I just want the paper, have my pockets fat like they ate a ton of fries
Not attracted to the average, I need a Jennifer Lopez
Selena Gomez, have 'em both suck and fuck, then watch 'em go lez
Fast paced mind, and yours is slower than a moped
Spitting that crack, so I call my fans dope heads
Hope you hearing me out, catching on to every line
Complex rhymes, got these dudes wanna press rewind
Murdering the track and I'm not even in my prime
But I'm keeping these bitches wet like Super Mario Sunshine
It should be a crime, I'm doing this all the time
So coming at T-Gunz, is motherfucking asinine
My weed loud, man, screaming like an announcer
We in the fucking building, you getting pushed out by the bouncer
So to all the haters out there, they can suck my dick
Talking all that shit, when they can't even spit
Bag full of Dro, so I tote my Bic
T.H.C. to the fullest bitch, Too High Clique
Let's go
( Tommy Gunz THC )
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