歌词
Yo yo
Man these Niggas ain't bout shit man
These niggas
Oh, Oh for real?
Maaan
Man these niggas is fake bruh
These niggas bounce checks
These niggas
Niggas is fraudulent
You asked for this
Shit
Only thing rap done for me
Gave me somewhere to talk
While I chalk up and walk on this beat
Took me from the pad to the ink
From the ink to the pad I repeat
It's me on my Shit
Only thing rap done for me
I Realize these rap niggas is fake as
They fake as can be
I used to follow a dream
Now that thing that I seen
Is a task in the past I've achieved
All the weight on this side
I'm limping
Heavy mental, my pride
I'm gifted
Every pencil I write
Went missing
Gone are the words
On a search for the distant
I don't walk, I be gliding
Drifting
(Far)
All the sparks will be flying
Swiftly
(Aah)
All the cards I've been dealt
Are shifting
I just wanna know
Can you go the distance lil nigga?
Been on the prowl since a kitten lil nigga
Little gas literary beginnings
Little has change, but damn it feel different
I'm Lu Kang parallel to kitchen
Floor ain't in a nigga's lil vision
Flow paint on an Ableton engine
I word arrange, like I were to invent it
I swerve the lanes in a Fuji on indica
Walk in the room with a Gin in cup
Yo Static play cool, know the semi tucked
Simultaneously while I hit the blunt
My nigga told me he a shooter without a gun
That's a handy man
Pull up on a niggas like I'm candy man
Hit you with rounds the size of candy man
You better stop playing
Trick or treat feel the heat
Got beef cookem up bout my bread and my cheese
Got the sauce they can't ketchup
What is left bruh
She want the pickle that is extra
I need my green yea my lettuce
Tomato, tomato
Give fuck bout tomorrow
With my rounds like a clip full of hollows
Off with they head put them to bed sleepy hollow
Only thing rap done for me
Gave me somewhere to talk
While I chalk up and walk on this beat
Took me from the pad to the ink
From the ink to the pad I repeat
It's me on my Shit
Only thing rap done for me
I Realize these rap niggas is fake as
They fake as can be
I used to follow a cause
Now that song I sang along to
Got me thinking oh why
Niggas always thinking they god
They god
Tripping boomers, LSD on mars
On Mars
Tipping over cus they image false
Thank god
Xan in hand when crown come to my palms
Oh lord, hmph
Niggas always thinking they god
They god
Tripping boomers, LSD on mars
On Mars
Tipping over cus they image false
Thank god
Xan in hand when crown come to my palms
Oh lord, hmph
Niggas always thinking that they god
Ha, I know you want that
Tripping boomers LSD on mars
Pulling all the snacks out the backpack
Tipping over cus they image false
Thank god
Xan in hand when crown come to my palms
Oh lord, hmph
Niggas always thinking that they god