"You kids don't know shit... if so, that's a rare sight."
lyrics
Burn one, laid back, skip the jump shot and lay up,
The beast don't turn up, I stay up.
And you'll rue the blue day u questioned it, str8 up,
Free shows and downloads were credited, pay up.
Think we need a slicker invention for pockets,
I'm feeling exposed, throws off controls for the profit.
Mystery blown, cellphone unlock it,
Snowball my roll call of peeps and never stop it.
Swerve right over the youth that's kickin' no truth,
Stay in your lane homie, but mind the toll booth.
Yell "break" after ya'll team huddle,
Means the motherfuckin' bread need to break on the double.
Marketing guru, sold it in the rap itself,
See in the present if you gifted gotta wrap yourself.
It's presentation, worth what u make it,
Not wit fake chains kid u oughta slap yourself.
Admit it young bruh, you need the help,
Or just an ass whooping, lemme get my belt.
Think you know what's good? U that felt?
I'll show u what's felt, don't make me get my belt,
Smack fire out your face and yourself,
Grown man health, ima have to get my belt.
This beat bumps, you bumpin wit welts,
Had to put it on that ass, had to go and get my belt.
That's the sound when the men's,
Ego crawl under they skin, they falling from within.
Beautifully constructed as my best disaster,
Crews get slashed in jest I put the 's' in laughter.
Yes, let's get passed the compare fight,
This like child abuse, it's not a fair fight.
Y'all don't know shit, if so, that's a rare sight,
Think you next level hype? I already bought the air rights.
Shits getting alarming, too common,
I'm on some pay homage or fuck that I'm bombing.
He called me old nigga!
But steady sucking off my style, I'm the one that you owed, nigga.
Gotta study up do's and don'ts just like the rest of us,
You can't pay dues just by showing to the Festivus.
And next time u act like a little bitch,
Im'a take you out back, make you pick your own switch.
Admit it young bruh, you need the help,
Or just an ass whooping, lemme get my belt.
Your parents dropped the ball, you lack stealth,
Your ego just melt when I go and get my belt.
Smack fire out your face, out yourself,
Grown man health, ima have to get my belt.
This beat bumps, SK-ILL's felt,
Had to put it on that ass, had to go and get my belt.
credits
from Say Something,
released April 18, 2014
Beat by SK-ILL
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