[Intro]
Spit on the beat that's the way to the bread
The money is my key to success
Spit on the beat that's the way to the bread
The money is my key to success
[Chorus]
Makin', music, ease the stress
Talk, tough, you get pressed
M, I.A till' I'm dead
Hell, bent, on success
[Verse 1]
The diamonds they glisten on top of my chest Shawn Michaels
My flow so demonic and evil you might wanna go grab yo bible
You trifle put you in spin cycle
G.O.A.T that's my title
Choppa make you hit that dance recital
Yo idles turn into yo rivals
Shout out my og he threw me the pass
He shout me out because I never fumbled it
He talking shit but he ended up licked
Can't understand you cause you speaking bumble bitch
That boy done got crumpled
Fuck boy done got humbled
Now he in a jumble
He need a rebuttal
Or he is in trouble
I learned how to hustle
Emerged from the stuggle
Get ready to rumble
That fuckboy tumbled
Swinging by trees like Tarzan in the jungle
I don't fuck with teams
No I don't do the huddles
Yea I got vision stare right down the tunnel
Don't care bout this shit
I don't need to be gruntle
Half of you make me abide by the tek'
We can't be friends you don't be bout the check
We can't be friends you gon rerock the x
I tried to get you to see the effects
You continue and you lose my respect
That boy is a lost cause
His own homie can't even get him correct
I, switched the subject, got his head in the game
We plan to get the bread
We, stuck in the skidrows, gotta beat the rap game
We gotta get ahead
So let's get to these racks yeah
And stop flipping these packs yeah
There's other ways to the bag yeah
No we don't gotta trap yeah
But we can't ever lack
So keep that strap that got my woadie capped
Feel like Wesson, got my .40 back
It stay in my pocket like i'm a quarterback
Grabbing my shoe in the air I brought taffy back
Move like a samurai, they gonna call me jack
Move like a villain gorilla I'm smoking like Krillin'
I'm making advances you know what the deal is
I had to stunt to show them who the realest
Don't fuck with me you don't know who you screwin
Darth Revan the Glocks because I am a dualist
I tried to get you to see the effects
I tried to get you to see the effects
Get out the skidrows and kick up ya leg
Came up with a gameplan to get to the bread
Half of you make me abide by the tek'
We can't be friends you don't be bout the check
Can't fuck with you you got rerock the x
Can't fuck with you you don't be by the tek'
I tried to off me I thought it was a wrap
Lovin the life I get it from the sap
Peeps movin wocky I thought it was a trap
Fuck all these people always keep a strap
Sleepin on me I think you need to nap
Dropped a 40 piece felt like I was Shaq
Don't try to touch me you gon' end up gapped
By me the rap game getting fucking clapped
Spit on the beat that's the way to the bread
The money is my key to success
Spit on the beat that's the way to the bread
The money is my key to success
[Chorus]
Makin', music, ease the stress
Talk, tough, you get pressed
M, I.A till' I'm dead
Hell, bent, on success
[Verse 1]
The diamonds they glisten on top of my chest Shawn Michaels
My flow so demonic and evil you might wanna go grab yo bible
You trifle put you in spin cycle
G.O.A.T that's my title
Choppa make you hit that dance recital
Yo idles turn into yo rivals
Shout out my og he threw me the pass
He shout me out because I never fumbled it
He talking shit but he ended up licked
Can't understand you cause you speaking bumble bitch
That boy done got crumpled
Fuck boy done got humbled
Now he in a jumble
He need a rebuttal
Or he is in trouble
I learned how to hustle
Emerged from the stuggle
Get ready to rumble
That fuckboy tumbled
Swinging by trees like Tarzan in the jungle
I don't fuck with teams
No I don't do the huddles
Yea I got vision stare right down the tunnel
Don't care bout this shit
I don't need to be gruntle
Half of you make me abide by the tek'
We can't be friends you don't be bout the check
We can't be friends you gon rerock the x
I tried to get you to see the effects
You continue and you lose my respect
That boy is a lost cause
His own homie can't even get him correct
I, switched the subject, got his head in the game
We plan to get the bread
We, stuck in the skidrows, gotta beat the rap game
We gotta get ahead
So let's get to these racks yeah
And stop flipping these packs yeah
There's other ways to the bag yeah
No we don't gotta trap yeah
But we can't ever lack
So keep that strap that got my woadie capped
Feel like Wesson, got my .40 back
It stay in my pocket like i'm a quarterback
Grabbing my shoe in the air I brought taffy back
Move like a samurai, they gonna call me jack
Move like a villain gorilla I'm smoking like Krillin'
I'm making advances you know what the deal is
I had to stunt to show them who the realest
Don't fuck with me you don't know who you screwin
Darth Revan the Glocks because I am a dualist
I tried to get you to see the effects
I tried to get you to see the effects
Get out the skidrows and kick up ya leg
Came up with a gameplan to get to the bread
Half of you make me abide by the tek'
We can't be friends you don't be bout the check
Can't fuck with you you got rerock the x
Can't fuck with you you don't be by the tek'
I tried to off me I thought it was a wrap
Lovin the life I get it from the sap
Peeps movin wocky I thought it was a trap
Fuck all these people always keep a strap
Sleepin on me I think you need to nap
Dropped a 40 piece felt like I was Shaq
Don't try to touch me you gon' end up gapped
By me the rap game getting fucking clapped
( Majin Tai )
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