[Verse 1]
While I swoosh by the point guard like oh I’m so hard
It’s like just the cream of the crop but when I drop
? like give me that ass
And it’s all lovey dovey until she say give me that cash
? down my brain clocks
The limited edition science fiction, a prescription
To any ailment you listing, boys and girls listen
Twelfth man off the bench, no ice glistening
Those muscle-bound rappers juice like Canseco
Their back strong, it’s like ?
And high fives haters giving me high fives
Twenty years going no I can’t keep my eyes wide
? right here now
Cause ? March Madness is year ‘round
[Chorus]
This ain’t your average bullshit, you dumb-dumbs
Look in the eyes like your girl want some fun fun
Feel the rays, I’m shining like sun sun
Us against the world ? run run
We them people who is rocking beat street
We them drunk guys pissing on cheap seats
This for the dirty grimy, not you neat freaks
I’m like speak speak
[Verse 2]
So speak speak or forever hold your peace, I’ll forever hold my piece
Through Pittsburgh cold streets I hold heat
Roll deep with old peeps, gold links that’s sold cheap
Ghosts keep my old beef, listen ? old freaks
Different now I’m old and beat, spitting like I ? sheets
Wisdom still an OG pimping on the low key
Listen if it’s done right you can get your funds right
No need to hold my gun or my hun tight, I’m young Ike
Style like a retard wilding, I get dumb hype
Style like a retard smilling cause I’m dumb nice
Hung like a gun or a pipe but don’t take it from me
Ask your lady cause she used to take it from me
It’s crazy what it takes to MC
To these rappers who hate to MC
Niggas and crackers both laced with envy
I study drums, bass line, and PCs
Having fun, ? diamonds, twist trees
Aw trick please, I know every trick up your sleeve
Every snitch must bleed
Only kiss a chick if she’s up to speed
I flip scripts and that’s all that a hustler needs
No need to spit clips, I spit sick and suckers bleed
[Chorus]
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