C4 Yourself

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F*ck that, you already know what I came for
Tally up my bands, blowing up like a C4
Come and get your mans, boring ass like Eeyore
He ain’t got a chance, stepping out, like he needs more
Ay, she sells seashells by the seashore
Ain’t got a permit cops raid her store
Ain’t got time for this no more
Your check just shattered on the floor
Rich tyrant I ain’t Gaddafi
They don’t want me in a Maserati, I’ll go Kamikaze
But the minute I get big they’re gonna say Illuminati
Killed me at the stake cause there’s a bounty set up on my body
If I’m the bomb, guess it’s bouta get grimy
I ain’t gotta demo, but they fucking act like they can try me
Silent from the crowds, save for the sound that a pin makes when it drops
Hate when it stops
Keep judging, see where I’ll be when your shit flops
You know Mike, one “I” like a cyclops
I ain’t gotta hear a thing you fucking say
But my pockets only growing I don’t got time to play
You would think I’m lying if I said I got top at the bus stop
But she bust down, playing black ops
I got racks but I’m being chased by the wack cops
Think imma propose cause she suck it like a ring pop
Make another bop then I dip ‘fore beat drops...
Ahahaha
F*ck that, you already know what I came for
Tally up my bands, blowing up like a C4
Come and get your mans, boring ass like Eeyore
He ain’t got a chance, stepping out, like he needs more
Ay, she sells seashells by the seashore
Ain’t got a permit cops raid her store
Ain’t got time for this no more
Your check just shattered on the floor
I only dropped 2 tapes, still my discography’s better than anything that you put out
F*ck what they talking about, people aching for clout
I’ve been living in shadows of doubt
They think it’s fair to make a comparison, it’s actually a bit embarrassing
I know I can be a little arrogant, I’ve got the blood of Americans
From Ohio State, I cross out every M I see
But you won’t find someone better on the m. i. c
That’s the mic, but I’m number one like ln(e)
I’m LEN, didn’t think I’d have to say that again
But my bars are like treasures, stanzas, they can’t be measured
You sleeping on me like lectures, I'll put you on a stretcher
Please don’t feel any pressure, I’ll give you a refresher
If you need some more pointers, just call me the professor
F*ck that, you already know what I came for
Tally up my bands, blowing up like a C4
Come and get your mans, boring ass like Eeyore
He ain’t got a chance, stepping out, like he needs more
Ay, she sells seashells by the seashore
Ain’t got a permit cops raid her store
Ain’t got time for this no more
Your check just shattered on the floor

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