Lyrics:
script's like Miramax
Smash the big boy totaled it, will shot fear effects
Son beamin' wifee on the beach, sippin' Zima
Wu 'binos, to latinos, we bust
script's like Miramax
Smash the big boy totaled it, will shot fear effects
Son beamin' wifee on the beach, sippin' Zima
Wu 'binos, to latinos, we bust
flipped the script, you shot the plot
And I remember, I remember when your neon used to burn so bright and pink
A Saturday night kind of pink
Well
Momma kicked me out said you go far
Flippin on the script, now im in charge
Sippin all this liqour man im all about bars
Used to write me off now
and a birthday, I ain't never have gifts
Livin' a broken life, like a nigga actin' in a Spike script
Hold on with the vice grip
This just how motha fuckin' life
always fight about
But now I'm back on the case
I'm in love again with the human race
For now I'm back in the play
And I'm rewriting the script
With all
can tell you're well rehearsed
Flip the switch
Shift the script
Tell me something
Off the cuff
You can't resist
Take a risk
Cut the chord
That blows us
time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is
Just got off the phone with Kay Slay, called the OG shot
Said the streets need a joint
watch the world and follow the script
one step back and two forward
you need a conflict that you can
instrumentalize
breeding rebels in captive
eyes
So princess, hold your head high
Even if you have to cry
Don't let your crown fall
Don't let your crown fall
Your script is in the making
INTRO:
Never gonna leave never gonna quit
hey hey hey I be on my shit
pay pay pay gonna flip the script
catch me up late nights and working early
to the top
"Get the money, that's it
Stick to the script" Lil Fame
Give it all we got, give it all we got
Give it all we got
"And all the way to the top" Jay-Z
there is wit
So keep your minds fit?
Tight scripts that don't lip
I'm blowing.
Just like a typhoon cough
Birthdays are now off
rhymes Mad Max
afraid of standing out!
So what, if I wanna flip the script around?
So what?!
No one can tell you who you really are
Nobody else can take the wheel
in the place
She had the lip gloss and the grace
There's really nothing in the script she said
You can have what you want
Oh, heed this sound
a nigga somethin awful
I give him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz finesse and yet
The flavor to jam and slam the land
I flip the script like nobody can
In a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a gauge
Turn the page, flip the script
Hit the script jump, shorty with the dump
In the hatchback, ass fat
support
Remember that Ray shit that Jamie Foxx played? That was my shit
I never got paid, they got rich off a stolen script
In ninety eight I seen Charles
Imploding and expanding simultaneously
No longer blind
I’d been running away for so long
When I finally caught myself there wasn’t much left
The script’s
the diamond in her hand
And drops a gun into a small beaded purse."
Know the diff between a script and a spec
It's a test, just the stage directions left
this, see, I'm a brainiac
I'll call you tattoo, you never come off
I flip the script with a sawed-off, boss
A modern Shakespeare reincarnated
Brains are
it
Wheels on the bus go around all day
But bitch, I'm gettin' paid way too much to ever see them
Bitch, don't act
Like I ain't flip the script, I
million ways to die, I'll choose for you
I live by the gun when you try to move on me
I stick to the script, sometimes I'm too loyal
I step away, get
wouldn't like it when I flip the script
'Cause when I flip the script, my glock can have an empty clip
Yeah, straight from the Ave of Trinity
I hate it
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