Aye
They wonderin' how the boy still doing this s**t (how nigga?)
I know a couple homies who done 'ready called it a quit (I know em)
You either got it or you wack dawg (facts)
And if your s**t ain't got no substance
Ion see no way you gon' last long (uh-uh)
"Never chicken out when it's rough son, believe in yourself" (yeah)
Those words from my ma, just a few of her gems
I'm livin' by till the day my body's zipped in a bag
And always treat like verses in the holy writ and Quran
Only time I fold is when I'm at the Laundromat
Treat negativities like bots on my Gram
Block 'em all
Fake ties never hesitant I cut 'em off
Cos snakes bite, you know that s**t could be venomous (uuh)
I only keep a positive mindset and a lil circle the size of a dot you put in decimals (yeah)
And furthermore keep puttin' in work
Till all I got and execute is regarded upper echelon
The upper echelon
Where the realest niggas be at but you can't be stepping
Unless you're really really real, I rest my case on Kendrick umh
Good kid in a mad city
Where ass/titties selling like it's garri, grab your nuts, niggi
But life's a beach ain't it?
Sand, sand, stand back feel like I'm 'bout to throw a fit - psyche! (Ow!)
Jekomo pe silver spoon no get filter (ah)
Teba sun le oma ya yin photo t'oo ni filter (yei)
Emi kan bashelo, on a solo like a bachelor do (yeah)
Rock alone so my circle's looking like a damn hoola hoop (right, right, right)
I'm poisonous to hungry rappers, to ba lanumo, ooops (oops, uh)
Candle nights and merchandises all customized with"Adieu" (adieu)
So long, kill em all
And go shop roses (yeah)
Roll up
Leave em on the tombs
"God rest their souls"
I hit em up into heaven arms like a rocket launch (woah)
That's the closest they get to the upper echelon
Tammy
Attention, attention
An emergency has been reported in this building
Please cease operation and leave the building
Utilizing the nearest exit or player exit stairway
Do not use elevators (uh uhn)
Repeat, do not use elevators
You done picked the wildest bull to grip by...
Aye
You know when I step into the booth I get to spazzin'
I go loony tunes, go loosin' screws (aye)
Over beats I tighten up on Fruity Loops (Fruity Loops)
Producing too, Shout my Brodie Blarkk
Nigga schooled me thru (uh, Blarkk)
Like booties do
Now my whole beats slappin' like they really should (yeah)
Grateful for my pops making sure the boy stay musical (uh)
It's deeper than these bars I be slayin' dawg, s**t is truth (it's deeper nigga)
You stupid goof
Fuck you calling rap? that s**t ain't lyrical
You'll do in who? Sure you want me snappin'?
Nigga who is you?
I'll eat you raw (eat you raw)
Or like Mai suyas do the shish kebabs
grill you up (grill you up)
In the booth, on witty fire-heated bars
Or in a duel, nigga (in a duel)
Still want the smoke? I'ma bring you all the"kush"
On a silver platter, dawg (bring you all the kush, nigga)
Boutta let out all the fume like a chimney and exhaust (bring you all the fume nigga)
You picked the wildest bull now your ass bout gettin' gored (uh)
Boutta let out all that fume like a chimney and exhaust (yeah)
You done picked the wildest bull to grip by the fuckin' horns, nigga
Aye, aye
You picked the wildest bull to grip by the fuckin' horns nigga
Aye, aye
You done picked the wildest bull to grip by the fuckin' horns nigga, aye
You done picked the wildest bull to grip by the fuckin' horns nigga
