Drift

God needs love, driven loose from a hurt place

Slow recovery, but I still make it to first place

Can you skip the bullshit and get out of the way?

The shit you write since my shit back in the 3rd grade

Mind of a devil, heart of a priest

The rap game is heating up, but we're 'bout ready to feast

Y'all some chicks, but I'm about to bring a treat

So much confidence, you can't take it there, feet

Revision of a false hope that's become untrue

Coming on the scene like a fire, spitting like the flu

There is nothing else for these rappers to do

Lyrics, let's see, they take the game without a ****ing clue

Whatever I got on my mind will be on the scene

Hop and spit the aftermath, but you know we stay clean

In the booth, correcting this complicated dream

Hip-Hop is a ****ing party that I'll never ever leave

****ing yo' bitch, that's what I do

Talkin' that shit, nigga the truth

Beam motha****in' buck, that's what I do

Come through with the motha****in' crew

Shoot up yo' home, spray for yo' dome

Nigga on the internet, call me Google Chrome

Oh shit, spittin' hot lyrics

Got yo' bitch, sitting on my dickins

Nigga you ain't shit, chop your head off like a chicken

Then a nigga come through and I ****in' yo bitchit

Pull out that TEC, shoot at your neck

Go meet yo' mama, gimme some sex

Nigga come through old times T-Rex

And I get yo bitch and she call me the next

Greatest, ****in' rapper

Nigga I'ma trapper, nigga I'ma rapper

Niggas like some candy,

Then I gotta take off the ****in' wrapper

Nigga you suck, **** your bitch in her motha****in' butt

Nigga come through and I'm in the ****in' cut

With the motha****in' nine, sitting at your neck

Talk all that shit, nigga, you next

(What the ****!)

He really say, "Evil we crave"

Rolling down that lane

For the fog, that Range Rover

And these bitches still wanna tango

Lay low, stay, hoe

But you bitches don't wanna obey, though

.44 up to yo' head, slit your throat, and you dead

Justin reawaken, now my soul rely on Satan

Don't get me mis-mistaken, I'll never be forsaken

As long as I'm baking these rappers' careers

I don't give a **** if you ever tear

Your rap career is to a near

Tay-K out the cut, pretty eager for action

Wack you with the paden, now you look like a catfish

The rims on my NASCAR, sparking the classics

I need a new strap, let me hit my blacksmith

Coughin' on this Tropic, but she say it's attractive

Trap boy livin', man, this shit is fantastic

This shit is underground, but it's not red faction

I'm really not with the actin'

Yeah, shout-out to them Daytona niggas

My nigga Jose, my nigga Yung Kody, my nigga El Gloom

My nigga Easy B Doe, Carlos, Caleb, Top Man

You know that young Mike Jones Junior

You already know PiMPYZ, nigga

We coming up nigga, yuh! (Applause!)

SKRT SKRT SKRT SKRT! (Hell nah)

Gang (Alright, we done with this, man?)