(Intro)
Yeah, I just wanna thank everybody for coming out tonight
I welcome you to something so incredible baby (woo)
We really did our thing on this one I ain't even gone lie
Gordon on the beat (yeah), Chazz on the poetry
We really put our foot in this one I ain't even gone flex
Alright, here we go
(Verse 1)
Chip off the old block, resemble my young pops
That’s where I got all my musical roots
He use to, engineer in his high school career
Except I’m on thе other side and I spit in the booth
I, favor my mama, shе’s really good wit numbers
I need her to tally how many flows that I do
Really need her to count it’s gone be a high amount
Now I’m about to switch it and slide to number 2
These cats don’t care about the art they are weirdos
I’m deadly like the mamba talking Kobe and Kiddo
I hope you strive for greatness till your clock ticks zero
I Hope that you protect all your goals like Solo (slow it down)
Trust me I’ve seen it before
All of your nice beats are really masking your flaws
I’m, ready for war, this is the last straw
You ain’t really got no bars just like pre-law
But don’t worry I got it covered
Like chicken when gravy’s smothered
Bring the Bass (Base) ready to rock (EZ Rock)
Here I come, ready or not
Authentic hippity hop, ripping it up stop stop
Andddd I’ll never flip now please answer me this
(Hook)
Who ya wit, who ya wit
Who ya wit, who ya wit
Who ya wit, who ya wit
It’s either us or them you gotta pick gotta tell me (x2) who ya wit
(Bridge)
I was listening to this old Black Sheep song the other day
And I know you heard of it, you know what I’m saying
So I was really feeling it, so ya know
I’ve always wanted to flip this line so we gone do like this
Check it out
(Verse 2)
You can get wit this or you can get wit that
I’m the black sheep the choice is yours that’s a fact
Holey (holy) like Swiss, the saviors coming back
So I gotta stay grounded like four flats
Gotta admit flow tighter than Arthur’s fist
Believe me I got hits, I’m popping like hot grits
I’m coming for your head like John the Baptist
I’m back up in the mix boom bap wit a jazz twist
One day, I’ll win the Grammy and I’ll top the charts
That’s if I play my cards right like hallmark
I’m hot dawg (dog) and if I’m not I’m somewhere in the ball park
Matter fact let me flip that line again and make it more filthy
Catch up (Ketchup) I’m hot dawg (dog) you can’t do Nathan wit me
Like Joey Chestnut, the winner is clear cut
How you gon stop us? I see your game plan that’s not enough
So like a torn Achilles it’s best if you rip it up
You know that I dabble, match words together like scrabble, suited and ready for battle (talk to em, show ya right)
You can’t rap at all so, would you be a doll like Mary Shaw and please pass me the mic
Songs are magical like Joseph E. Levine
I’m smooth like Ben Greene but my ending ain’t tragic
All my, rhymes are fat and my hooks are all magic
If you haven’t seen that movie that’s a borderline classic (go see it)
Know that I’m forgiven this talent is God given
So why would I flex when I know that he gave it
He, blessed me wit bars so you know I gotta raise it
This verse is in the books, come on bring in the hook
(Hook)
Who ya wit, who ya wit
Who ya wit, who ya wit
Who ya wit, who ya wit
It’s either us or them you gotta pick gotta tell me (x2) Who ya wit
Yeah, I just wanna thank everybody for coming out tonight
I welcome you to something so incredible baby (woo)
We really did our thing on this one I ain't even gone lie
Gordon on the beat (yeah), Chazz on the poetry
We really put our foot in this one I ain't even gone flex
Alright, here we go
(Verse 1)
Chip off the old block, resemble my young pops
That’s where I got all my musical roots
He use to, engineer in his high school career
Except I’m on thе other side and I spit in the booth
I, favor my mama, shе’s really good wit numbers
I need her to tally how many flows that I do
Really need her to count it’s gone be a high amount
Now I’m about to switch it and slide to number 2
These cats don’t care about the art they are weirdos
I’m deadly like the mamba talking Kobe and Kiddo
I hope you strive for greatness till your clock ticks zero
I Hope that you protect all your goals like Solo (slow it down)
Trust me I’ve seen it before
All of your nice beats are really masking your flaws
I’m, ready for war, this is the last straw
You ain’t really got no bars just like pre-law
But don’t worry I got it covered
Like chicken when gravy’s smothered
Bring the Bass (Base) ready to rock (EZ Rock)
Here I come, ready or not
Authentic hippity hop, ripping it up stop stop
Andddd I’ll never flip now please answer me this
(Hook)
Who ya wit, who ya wit
Who ya wit, who ya wit
Who ya wit, who ya wit
It’s either us or them you gotta pick gotta tell me (x2) who ya wit
(Bridge)
I was listening to this old Black Sheep song the other day
And I know you heard of it, you know what I’m saying
So I was really feeling it, so ya know
I’ve always wanted to flip this line so we gone do like this
Check it out
(Verse 2)
You can get wit this or you can get wit that
I’m the black sheep the choice is yours that’s a fact
Holey (holy) like Swiss, the saviors coming back
So I gotta stay grounded like four flats
Gotta admit flow tighter than Arthur’s fist
Believe me I got hits, I’m popping like hot grits
I’m coming for your head like John the Baptist
I’m back up in the mix boom bap wit a jazz twist
One day, I’ll win the Grammy and I’ll top the charts
That’s if I play my cards right like hallmark
I’m hot dawg (dog) and if I’m not I’m somewhere in the ball park
Matter fact let me flip that line again and make it more filthy
Catch up (Ketchup) I’m hot dawg (dog) you can’t do Nathan wit me
Like Joey Chestnut, the winner is clear cut
How you gon stop us? I see your game plan that’s not enough
So like a torn Achilles it’s best if you rip it up
You know that I dabble, match words together like scrabble, suited and ready for battle (talk to em, show ya right)
You can’t rap at all so, would you be a doll like Mary Shaw and please pass me the mic
Songs are magical like Joseph E. Levine
I’m smooth like Ben Greene but my ending ain’t tragic
All my, rhymes are fat and my hooks are all magic
If you haven’t seen that movie that’s a borderline classic (go see it)
Know that I’m forgiven this talent is God given
So why would I flex when I know that he gave it
He, blessed me wit bars so you know I gotta raise it
This verse is in the books, come on bring in the hook
(Hook)
Who ya wit, who ya wit
Who ya wit, who ya wit
Who ya wit, who ya wit
It’s either us or them you gotta pick gotta tell me (x2) Who ya wit
( Chazz )
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