Lyrics:
And play a game of
Whack a mole
Game set and match
But ima hit the gas pedal
It's like a hit of crack
When infact
Said To be exact
You boutta be put on your
send this one out
To all those non-believers out there
Who been tryin to put us down and keep us down
For the past five years
I'm gon tell you what
show you what I’ve learned
I think you’ll be just fine
If you take your time
And put in the work
They say patience is a virtue baby
You told me that
So
Hey Craig made this one
Shut the fuck up no you didn't
Get the fuck outta the booth I gotta record this shit
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Let's get this shit,
records soft and sweet, niggas think that you candy
Your niggas really convinced you that you think you can scare me
And you got identity issues, niggas
don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street
to my flat"
And when we wake up, never had a feeling like that
I got a reason, so man, put that record on again
I don't want to hear sad songs
havin', they gon' click up on some sweet shit
Real record not real and you ain't in my bracket
Make a nigga sneak this by some pussy he ain't even had it
on two-five
Or your big brother put you on like surprise
Hearing my hood described
So vivid you could see it by closing your eyes
Maybe it was the age
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
concealed in my heart they appear in the music
Whatchu tryna get into
I'm jamming to all of these records I'm influenced
By the way that your hips move
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hop bitch
Don't ever in your fuckin' life play with me
That's on the set!
You tried it on the Rae Sremmurd record
You
arms, rip 'em out the sockets and separate 'em
Forgive me, yeah, I know I get animated
Don't matter, I still write a better record than yours without
people record conversations is 5-0, so die slow
See here ya go, while you gotta chance
Let a real nigga put a band, on ya hand
Understand I don't bite
Calvinism if that’s your groove
Or dissing studying to show yourselves approved
But if it’s filling you with pride, put it to the side
Cause while you’re
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
the type of me to show 'em im a c-c-c-c
Just put put em in a blender and hit it on it
See they be shaking the fact
Put a snake into the record for
crashed in like 4 days
Liquor got me goin' more craze
Left the record by Scorces'
I lie and say the world's yours
I put my mama in a million dollar
dance, dance to the beat of the drum
We can move, move, move until our body is numb
Sing, sing, sing put our records on
And we'll dance, dance, dance til
to keep me underground I was a project baby
Let the drugs take me away and now I can't take it
Gotta keep shit off the record for the twelve come take me
I
chasing success I’m big faithing it
We the ones embracing the legacy then erasing it
Balls up put that fye down and showtime nigga
Couple games off
point, the habit apprievin'
No hope to find, that you're misbehavin'
Link your crupid, fuck your brewin'
Flash the burgers on your crewin'
'cause
to the rhythm come on
Crash into the color of your mind
I can feel it in my soul
Live on the record put the album on rewind
Rock n roll to the rhythm come
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