Sub Me In

[Verse 1: Futuristic]

Rap dudes put me in a bad mood

Go nuts like Cashews, I spit like bad food

I had to blast you, I sick like achoo

Got street cred with no facial tattoos

A beast like baboons, you makin' bad tunes

I'm poppin' like balloons, I got some bad news

If you hatin' on me you must be confused

Give you two black eyes just like a ra****

They don't really wanna see me, I can promise

Gettin' brain without a college, she graduated with honors

Looking just like Pocahontas, to be honest I ain't modest

I know that I've been the hottest professional, you a novice

I can't even shut my wallet, I gotta lotta guala up in my pocket

I've been taking off just like I'm a rocket

I been a star, I'm a comet, these rappers funny like comics

They suck like girls on deez nuts, ha, got 'em (sheesh)

Let me catch my breath

Give me a mint to refresh my breath, I'm nothing less

Than the best and I'm dressed to impress and the rest is a mess

They obsess with the steps that I step that will prep with the rep

These cop cars is not far, my throat scarred

From these hot bars, I think I got strep

All I do is make hits, I keep 'em on deck

So I guess that mean I got next

I hope you get what I'm sayin'

On injured reserve cause I am not playin'

These rappers is lookin' like Walking Dead

Off with they head, I be Mishonne because I just come slayin'

They scared me like Freddy vs. Jason

If they debatin' then they listen I end conversation

Cause I been the greatest, my homie Devvon

Can rap better than you and he usually singin'

[Interlude: Futuristic & Devvon Terrell]

Yo my niggy if you gon' get on this track, and you gon' try to rap or you gon' try to sping or whatever you call it son, you from New York son, you gotta have bars B. I'm talkin' real rap bars B, you know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, yeah that's true. I got it

[Verse 2: Devvon Terrell]

I don't want nobody telling me anything

Soon as I'm winning I'm winning, I win again

Kobe for 3, I'm like Shaq on the block

And I'm bringing the hype like Lebron in the spot

I mean everybody want a piece of the pie

When you up but when you down nobody got the time

Killing these *****s, not taking their order

I'm lining them up like they're waiting for Jordans

I am the warden, you are the prisoner

No I don't trust you and none of your visitors

Sometimes these *****s be tryna be friends to us

Like I don't see 'em like '***** you invisible'

No you not, you always sayin' that you got

What he got what he got and she got and he got

But I don't believe that and nobody sees

All these *****s just dancing like Milli Vanilli

It's so hard not knowing where to go

When you lie that's when everyone knows

I swear I don't understand your ways

Your ways

I don't wanna waste my time

I don't wanna no sucka *****s ringin' my line

Keeping 'em away and I'mma be just fine

Anything I wanted I get it and that's why, I

Really tryna make it on my own

Cause everybody got the answers but don't have their own

Pot to piss in but they piss in yours and all

The pissed off people wanna see you fall

[Interlude: Devvon Terrell]

That's um... that was a hip-hop track, and you know, some R&B vocals. A little bit of hip-hop vocals too but um... you know, it's a good mixture. That's how you body something. Coast 2 Coast

[Verse 3: Futuristic & Devvon Terrell]

Let me get it one more time, ain't a single weak bar when I drop these lines

I've been looking like the man with the plan, got the game in my hands

Winning is the only thing on my mind, gimme mine

So who y'all? Calm down, woo-sah

Y'all all talk, no bark like new dogs

Yeah, you call it, I walk to the top like woo hahI'm on then you *****s cheap: groupon

Utah, Stockton and Malone cause we do ball

Little ***** still bigheaded: Jimmy Neutron

You a ***** RuPaul, move it like a U-Haul

Coast to Coast, Buffalo all the way to Tucson

Tucson to New York, we could lose y'all

Bringing the type of ***t to your city, get a flu shot

You win then I laugh like whoo haFrontin' when you dressin' up, your life don't suit ya

You ain't ******' wit' me

*****, who you talkin' to?

It might be you, I wish a ***** would, I'mma part of the foundation

I can make it come true

And let me get the mic, cuz you getting me tight

You granting wishes why that?, you a genie in the bottle disguise

Oh you the master of disguise? All these *****s tellin' lies

I kill everything I touch and I ain't even gotta try

You kill everything you touch and you ain't even gotta try, ***** why

You look like a ***** that I seen on Vine, oh my

I’m surprised at the thought that you read a ***** timeline

Lemme give you data, you ain't 'bout to use the Wi-Fi

Sub me in, I never wanna be up on a sideline

Oh, you're an Allstar?thinking that you dunking, I can put in the game

But you just gotta tell me somethin'

I'm already on you ain't gotta tell me nothin'

[Interlude/Outro: Futuristic & Devvon Terrell]

You little ***** ass *****!

Wow, wow

That's on my momma cuz

Wow, yo

Sheesh

I don't even wanna do this album with you no more dog