Yo, who the fuck is this guy
Yo you think I know
Who let this boy in the studio
This ain't a studio this is garage band
Oh yeah, holy shit my bad
Hey
Yeah, I'm new, and what's it to you
Hottest rapper in the game and only born in '02
Yo
Look at this white boy thinking he rap
Got his pant's sag down with a backwards cap
Trying to put 650 on the map
Hey is that Shady is Slim fucking back?
Yo don't get me wrong and I ain't being wack
But my balls so big they can't fit in my sack
I got style style and charisma there ain't nothing I lack
I put two chains on and I look like a snack
All these other rappers "yak yakkity yak"
They ain't aware of the 47 I pack
Can asend to Heaven in a snap
I got a Kevin on standby, with a bat
Wait this white boy's rapping making me upset
Eminem's his idol, his inspiration I bet
No, I guess, NO just change the subject
I'm just half-white too, don't forget
Ay spitting that fire, gonna retire
My career just elevating, higher and higher
Ain't a rapper, but I get game
Spittin better, then these big names
That's like if Bubicane
Could cross up Lebron James
Call me Michael Phelps, cause I'm insane
Taking all the gold in this cylinder games
Heh heh
Yeah that's right
I ain't a snitch
I don't do lean
No body's bitch, my flow is clean
No face tats, no crips no bloods
No fucking caps all hits no duds
Too much drip make a flash flood
Play no sports but I am a stud
Just spit bars like my life depends
I got no hoes and I got no fans
But now you a fan, I'll call you Stan, I am the man like Becky Lynch
BIG DICK ten inch, I 69 like the snitch
I made this song, on an itch
But now it's turned into a hit
Wait thats it, I'll never quit
Talk your shit and die in a pit
In it I'll spit
I'll still make hits
With style and wit and benefit
While you admit a little bit you counterfeit a hypocrite a starter kit a misfit unfit, to submit
30 Seconds of Silence
Yo you think I know
Who let this boy in the studio
This ain't a studio this is garage band
Oh yeah, holy shit my bad
Hey
Yeah, I'm new, and what's it to you
Hottest rapper in the game and only born in '02
Yo
Look at this white boy thinking he rap
Got his pant's sag down with a backwards cap
Trying to put 650 on the map
Hey is that Shady is Slim fucking back?
Yo don't get me wrong and I ain't being wack
But my balls so big they can't fit in my sack
I got style style and charisma there ain't nothing I lack
I put two chains on and I look like a snack
All these other rappers "yak yakkity yak"
They ain't aware of the 47 I pack
Can asend to Heaven in a snap
I got a Kevin on standby, with a bat
Wait this white boy's rapping making me upset
Eminem's his idol, his inspiration I bet
No, I guess, NO just change the subject
I'm just half-white too, don't forget
Ay spitting that fire, gonna retire
My career just elevating, higher and higher
Ain't a rapper, but I get game
Spittin better, then these big names
That's like if Bubicane
Could cross up Lebron James
Call me Michael Phelps, cause I'm insane
Taking all the gold in this cylinder games
Heh heh
Yeah that's right
I ain't a snitch
I don't do lean
No body's bitch, my flow is clean
No face tats, no crips no bloods
No fucking caps all hits no duds
Too much drip make a flash flood
Play no sports but I am a stud
Just spit bars like my life depends
I got no hoes and I got no fans
But now you a fan, I'll call you Stan, I am the man like Becky Lynch
BIG DICK ten inch, I 69 like the snitch
I made this song, on an itch
But now it's turned into a hit
Wait thats it, I'll never quit
Talk your shit and die in a pit
In it I'll spit
I'll still make hits
With style and wit and benefit
While you admit a little bit you counterfeit a hypocrite a starter kit a misfit unfit, to submit
30 Seconds of Silence
( C Rizzle )
www.ChordsAZ.com