Live in effect it’s the uncivilized 85’er but I ride by in a
Whip with the 5 % tints doing drive-bay’s if you talk greasy like a popeye’s dinner
Then it’s bye bye mister
You guys try and Kill the Irishman this ain’t no Scorsese wiseguy picture, no
It’s more like sci fi, out of this world, ridiculous shits sicker man
On fire like I’m Nicholas in the wicker man
Kicker is I been kicking rhymes since u was a kid playing kick the can
Get off my dick man I’m sick of all these sycophants
Shit, I got some shit for fans that’ll make them shit their pants
Smoke piff, swig liquor thеn I sniff a gram
That’s whiter than a Micheline tirе in the winter out in Michigan
I’ll stomp you out in timberlands
Take a picture of it then I’ll post it up on instagram
Bobby glad that you’re back - missed you man
I don’t go tit for tat , see I’m a different man
But I’ll let my foul slang go and diss your man
If he’s wild mango - Chris Kattan
I’m the GOAT boy those ain’t rumors
I was no late bloomer, just an old soul hoping that I go grey sooner
Cuz when I tell these young cats I don’t play newer rap I tell em that I do it for the…
People, people, people, people
Fresh like the waters they callin’ the Great Lakes
I’m from Detroit City that’s in Michigan State
We Hoffa’d Jimmy a plate where fishes sleep in a lake
No de-bait-ing that you could meet a similar fate
The beats I’m on scorchin’, don’t need Scott Storch’in
Don’t need informants nor reinforcements
All my squad bossin’, y’all just exhausting
We get the cake and plus get the frosting, uh!
Bitches want skills and a bank account
You can’t even put some similak inside your baby mouth
I’m in your baby mama mouth getting top on your baby couch
Letting babies swim inside her baby pouch
Serving up a clown who wanna chase the clout
Who can’t even rap with some seran he just wears a blouse
Im talking wordy now, goodie mobbin’ hoes
Like in the dirty south, worthy like a flirty little curvy spouse
I’ll make ya man run like mascara
And have ya throwing up the D like Cabrera
It’s the Wild Wild West get ya guns out
You wanna know what I’m about here’s the rundown
I’m Chuck Bronson, Donny Johnson
Nucky Thompson, Sonny Bronxin
It’s not an option keep the burner tucked
When it’s all said and done you can front but I do it for my...
Whip with the 5 % tints doing drive-bay’s if you talk greasy like a popeye’s dinner
Then it’s bye bye mister
You guys try and Kill the Irishman this ain’t no Scorsese wiseguy picture, no
It’s more like sci fi, out of this world, ridiculous shits sicker man
On fire like I’m Nicholas in the wicker man
Kicker is I been kicking rhymes since u was a kid playing kick the can
Get off my dick man I’m sick of all these sycophants
Shit, I got some shit for fans that’ll make them shit their pants
Smoke piff, swig liquor thеn I sniff a gram
That’s whiter than a Micheline tirе in the winter out in Michigan
I’ll stomp you out in timberlands
Take a picture of it then I’ll post it up on instagram
Bobby glad that you’re back - missed you man
I don’t go tit for tat , see I’m a different man
But I’ll let my foul slang go and diss your man
If he’s wild mango - Chris Kattan
I’m the GOAT boy those ain’t rumors
I was no late bloomer, just an old soul hoping that I go grey sooner
Cuz when I tell these young cats I don’t play newer rap I tell em that I do it for the…
People, people, people, people
Fresh like the waters they callin’ the Great Lakes
I’m from Detroit City that’s in Michigan State
We Hoffa’d Jimmy a plate where fishes sleep in a lake
No de-bait-ing that you could meet a similar fate
The beats I’m on scorchin’, don’t need Scott Storch’in
Don’t need informants nor reinforcements
All my squad bossin’, y’all just exhausting
We get the cake and plus get the frosting, uh!
Bitches want skills and a bank account
You can’t even put some similak inside your baby mouth
I’m in your baby mama mouth getting top on your baby couch
Letting babies swim inside her baby pouch
Serving up a clown who wanna chase the clout
Who can’t even rap with some seran he just wears a blouse
Im talking wordy now, goodie mobbin’ hoes
Like in the dirty south, worthy like a flirty little curvy spouse
I’ll make ya man run like mascara
And have ya throwing up the D like Cabrera
It’s the Wild Wild West get ya guns out
You wanna know what I’m about here’s the rundown
I’m Chuck Bronson, Donny Johnson
Nucky Thompson, Sonny Bronxin
It’s not an option keep the burner tucked
When it’s all said and done you can front but I do it for my...
( Bobby J From Rockaway, Hush )
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