This is radio takeover
Nah the takeover
I'mma take over
Ready, set, game over
Wait's over lames in my lane need to move over
Or I'm running dudes over
Man, you barking up the wrong tree, motherfuckers I ain't talking doberman
Opportunist, how I do this, every door is opening
Everybody quoting him
Keep ya' cameras focused
Cause if not I'll snatch your girl and homie didn't even notice
This is hip-hop core to the stitches on my fitted
Man so what I rock flip flops I kill it with the writtens
Little bitches need to listen cause I'm spitting something clever every time
I grab the mic, I'm daring you to do it better
Man, in fact, I'll body the track
Walk into the booth, and spit truths while you lie in the back
Tour the jungle, wild lions and bats
Leave you lying with rats
Then walk out of there not even scratched
Why you lying in your raps song?
Rap on, rap off, wack talk
Really in reality you slack off
Spit a couple bars and you back off
Bitch, I'm high as mars off this bath salt
Back talk? Nah I'm just answering your questions
When you having fun your really living, every day's a blessing
Shout out to the Slaughterhouse
Where I'm really learning lessons
Find me in ya' daughter's house
Everyday she cooking breakfast
Look forget this ever happened
I'm relentless with the rapping
Ya' girlfriend need baller
She expensive with the fashion
So defensive but she matching
She mentioned that's her passion
Is for killers on a microphone
I'm Michael Myers gasping
For a breath, behind this mask, man
Masked man rhyming all
I'mma mix this purple shit with jolly ranchers, Tylenol
Time ta ball, real shit, shawty got potential
Yeah, I drew her silhouette without a motherfucking stencil
Rolling blunts, long as pencils
Brand new number 2's
Only views I used to get were just my fam and my dudes
Now I'm bout to touch a milli
Never thought it could be
At the same time I'm trying get this fucking degree
It's really nothing to me, it's merely something to see
So the real world can tell me that I'm something "to be"
But really my real worlds with a mic and a beat
With some weed rolled, the studio, stuck to my seat
And girl you rocking with a baller, shot caller, yeah all of that
Meet the girl you dreaming of I'll probably never call her back
Spit till I'm an artifact, slip into a cardiac
Or if I get arrested, all the time I have invested
You ain't nearly at my level
Top floor at the revel
I'm hot, pour out the kettle
Take shots, bump heavy metal
Cause I'm on...
Said bitch I'm on
So sing the song and we gone
[Hook]
Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her back stage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller
Nah the takeover
I'mma take over
Ready, set, game over
Wait's over lames in my lane need to move over
Or I'm running dudes over
Man, you barking up the wrong tree, motherfuckers I ain't talking doberman
Opportunist, how I do this, every door is opening
Everybody quoting him
Keep ya' cameras focused
Cause if not I'll snatch your girl and homie didn't even notice
This is hip-hop core to the stitches on my fitted
Man so what I rock flip flops I kill it with the writtens
Little bitches need to listen cause I'm spitting something clever every time
I grab the mic, I'm daring you to do it better
Man, in fact, I'll body the track
Walk into the booth, and spit truths while you lie in the back
Tour the jungle, wild lions and bats
Leave you lying with rats
Then walk out of there not even scratched
Why you lying in your raps song?
Rap on, rap off, wack talk
Really in reality you slack off
Spit a couple bars and you back off
Bitch, I'm high as mars off this bath salt
Back talk? Nah I'm just answering your questions
When you having fun your really living, every day's a blessing
Shout out to the Slaughterhouse
Where I'm really learning lessons
Find me in ya' daughter's house
Everyday she cooking breakfast
Look forget this ever happened
I'm relentless with the rapping
Ya' girlfriend need baller
She expensive with the fashion
So defensive but she matching
She mentioned that's her passion
Is for killers on a microphone
I'm Michael Myers gasping
For a breath, behind this mask, man
Masked man rhyming all
I'mma mix this purple shit with jolly ranchers, Tylenol
Time ta ball, real shit, shawty got potential
Yeah, I drew her silhouette without a motherfucking stencil
Rolling blunts, long as pencils
Brand new number 2's
Only views I used to get were just my fam and my dudes
Now I'm bout to touch a milli
Never thought it could be
At the same time I'm trying get this fucking degree
It's really nothing to me, it's merely something to see
So the real world can tell me that I'm something "to be"
But really my real worlds with a mic and a beat
With some weed rolled, the studio, stuck to my seat
And girl you rocking with a baller, shot caller, yeah all of that
Meet the girl you dreaming of I'll probably never call her back
Spit till I'm an artifact, slip into a cardiac
Or if I get arrested, all the time I have invested
You ain't nearly at my level
Top floor at the revel
I'm hot, pour out the kettle
Take shots, bump heavy metal
Cause I'm on...
Said bitch I'm on
So sing the song and we gone
[Hook]
Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her back stage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller
( Mike Joey )
www.ChordsAZ.com