(KIRK)
I'm done with shenanigans
I get to the root of the problem
Pull up and I handle it
Want it, I get it
I’m all about business
I'm all about dead presidents
Don't make me make you a candidate
Bitch, I don’t blame you for panickin'
We gone stick you up like a mannequin
We gone frame you, then come up with evidence
Done with shenanigans
(Jayvin)
Ooh, you don't see what I see in my view
I'm a fool, I can't think due to the weed that I use
Ape gettin' free, I got the keys to the zoo
Stick together, ‘causе the team, they see mе as the glue
We do art, people tell me to keep it bars
We will barge, that really means we charge like fees on a Visa card
Kill the beat then I beat its heart til there's no beat and it's a cappella and I gotta resuscitate and restart its heart with some CPR like “Stay with me!”
Stay with me, they give me all the static but I take victories
Make history, wait, spray semi automatic when they’re facin’ me, yeah
Pushin over daisies, squeeze and “pow” the heater now
Bunch of bubble blowin' babies, we know how to weed ‘em out, yeah
(KIRK)
I’m done with shenanigans
I get to the root of the problem
Pull up and I handle it
Want it, I get it
I'm all about business
I'm all about dead presidents
Don't make me make you a candidate
Bitch, I don’t blame you for panickin'
We gone stick you up like a mannequin
We gone frame you, then come up with evidence
Done with shenanigans
I come with passion when craftin a rhyme
So if you say that we matchin, you lyin
Even if I gave you half of my skill, it's still just a fraction of mine
I wish that I could just crack up inside
And see in the back of your vapid lil mind
While you was busy out climbing the capitol, I was just watching my capital climb
I'm taking rap, you can't have it, it's mine
I'm stating facts, bitch I'll slap you for trying
She told me she love me, I knew she was lying
That booty was crazy, that ass a nine
I'll grip on it, then I pointed to my lap and told the bitch to sit on it, and she told me that she loves it when I spit-
(Jayvin)
-hypnotic lit phonics when I hit targets
Wanna collab and send me beats like “Jayvin gonna wanna spit on it”
Without payin', like I'm gonna do that shit for free and just get on it
Look at my ID, does that shit say “Little Fuckin' Bitch” on it
In case you actually missed it
We're the best; it ain't a damn opinion
This shit's a fact, if a rapper disses
Then I really get to thinkin' he masochistic
It's cataclysmic, not a rapper livin' on this planet spinnin' can spit it with me and not look wack with it
Except one...you ask who is it?
(KIRK)
-and I ain't even really one to brag, but when I spaz and I'm really gettin' in my bag, I'm gifted
Gat, gone lift it, any little rapper treatin' wack as a fashion, then ya ass gone get it
He don't even really think I'm packin
I got a MAC, and a couple AKs that'll blast; I'm with it
And my props are like gettin' caught lackin' at a jackin' or a snatchin'; you have to give it
When I pull the pen, then you made your fate
Really want beef, well I'll raise the stakes
Fuck with me, you'll get your name read wrong
On your mothafuckin headstone, that's a grave mistake
I hold it down like a paperweight, you made to break like a fuckin paper plate
Okay, you straight
But you lames ain't as great as
KIRK, Khaos, Jayvin and Asa Jake
So you ain't as cold as me, may as well go to sleep
Reppin the Golden Fleece, they treat me like royalty, they get my loyalty
You just a lil boy to me without a toy to squeeze
You know you're weak
So you better hold your piece
Or forever hold your peace
I'm done with shenanigans
I get to the root of the problem
Pull up and I handle it
Want it, I get it
I'm all about business
I'm all about dead presidents
Don't make me make you a candidate
Bitch, I don't blame you for panickin'
We gone stick you up like a mannequin
We gone frame you, then come up with evidence
Done with shenanigans
I'm done with shenanigans
I get to the root of the problem
Pull up and I handle it
Want it, I get it
I’m all about business
I'm all about dead presidents
Don't make me make you a candidate
Bitch, I don’t blame you for panickin'
We gone stick you up like a mannequin
We gone frame you, then come up with evidence
Done with shenanigans
(Jayvin)
Ooh, you don't see what I see in my view
I'm a fool, I can't think due to the weed that I use
Ape gettin' free, I got the keys to the zoo
Stick together, ‘causе the team, they see mе as the glue
We do art, people tell me to keep it bars
We will barge, that really means we charge like fees on a Visa card
Kill the beat then I beat its heart til there's no beat and it's a cappella and I gotta resuscitate and restart its heart with some CPR like “Stay with me!”
Stay with me, they give me all the static but I take victories
Make history, wait, spray semi automatic when they’re facin’ me, yeah
Pushin over daisies, squeeze and “pow” the heater now
Bunch of bubble blowin' babies, we know how to weed ‘em out, yeah
(KIRK)
I’m done with shenanigans
I get to the root of the problem
Pull up and I handle it
Want it, I get it
I'm all about business
I'm all about dead presidents
Don't make me make you a candidate
Bitch, I don’t blame you for panickin'
We gone stick you up like a mannequin
We gone frame you, then come up with evidence
Done with shenanigans
I come with passion when craftin a rhyme
So if you say that we matchin, you lyin
Even if I gave you half of my skill, it's still just a fraction of mine
I wish that I could just crack up inside
And see in the back of your vapid lil mind
While you was busy out climbing the capitol, I was just watching my capital climb
I'm taking rap, you can't have it, it's mine
I'm stating facts, bitch I'll slap you for trying
She told me she love me, I knew she was lying
That booty was crazy, that ass a nine
I'll grip on it, then I pointed to my lap and told the bitch to sit on it, and she told me that she loves it when I spit-
(Jayvin)
-hypnotic lit phonics when I hit targets
Wanna collab and send me beats like “Jayvin gonna wanna spit on it”
Without payin', like I'm gonna do that shit for free and just get on it
Look at my ID, does that shit say “Little Fuckin' Bitch” on it
In case you actually missed it
We're the best; it ain't a damn opinion
This shit's a fact, if a rapper disses
Then I really get to thinkin' he masochistic
It's cataclysmic, not a rapper livin' on this planet spinnin' can spit it with me and not look wack with it
Except one...you ask who is it?
(KIRK)
-and I ain't even really one to brag, but when I spaz and I'm really gettin' in my bag, I'm gifted
Gat, gone lift it, any little rapper treatin' wack as a fashion, then ya ass gone get it
He don't even really think I'm packin
I got a MAC, and a couple AKs that'll blast; I'm with it
And my props are like gettin' caught lackin' at a jackin' or a snatchin'; you have to give it
When I pull the pen, then you made your fate
Really want beef, well I'll raise the stakes
Fuck with me, you'll get your name read wrong
On your mothafuckin headstone, that's a grave mistake
I hold it down like a paperweight, you made to break like a fuckin paper plate
Okay, you straight
But you lames ain't as great as
KIRK, Khaos, Jayvin and Asa Jake
So you ain't as cold as me, may as well go to sleep
Reppin the Golden Fleece, they treat me like royalty, they get my loyalty
You just a lil boy to me without a toy to squeeze
You know you're weak
So you better hold your piece
Or forever hold your peace
I'm done with shenanigans
I get to the root of the problem
Pull up and I handle it
Want it, I get it
I'm all about business
I'm all about dead presidents
Don't make me make you a candidate
Bitch, I don't blame you for panickin'
We gone stick you up like a mannequin
We gone frame you, then come up with evidence
Done with shenanigans
( Kirk )
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