The beat switched now I'm goin off
You think dem haters on my shoulder how I brush em off
Im in the cut writing rhymes till my fingers sore
I'm tryna pull up in shit you never seen before
That's y a nigga workin I ain't talkin 9 to 5
Came up from the bottom you would think I mountain climb
The rap Clifford devoe I think ahead of time
The way ya bitch gimmie brain I call her master mind
Controlling in the game just like a mastermind
I play wit the words you call it word play
Swag dressed in some new designer
Got all these bitches on my body
Like some new designer
Real rap this is real rap
My flow a key of dope to ya lil pack
Overdose on the verse when I kill the track
Headshot em like a zombie ain't no coming back
F*ck a bitch from the back I prolly break her back
Like it's Thursday tell her throw it back
I want the racks only keeping it a stack
The style so raw neighbors thought move crack
Had to tell em move back
Just brought a new gat
Type to run you out ya hood n you cant even move back
Got em asking who that
But thought you knew that
It that kid from from the stov
Time to bring real the back
Bash Martin - Mixy Lyrics
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The beat switched now I'm goin off
You think dem haters on my shoulder how I brush em off
Im in the cut writing rhymes till my fingers sore
I'm tryna pull up in shit you never seen before
That's y a nigga workin I ain't talkin 9 to 5
Came up from the bottom you would think I mountain climb
The rap Clifford devoe I think ahead of time
The way ya bitch gimmie brain I call her master mind
Controlling in the game just like a mastermind
I play wit the words you call it word play
Swag dressed in some new designer
Got all these bitches on my body
Like some new designer
Real rap this is real rap
My flow a key of dope to ya lil pack
Overdose on the verse when I kill the track
Headshot em like a zombie ain't no coming back
F*ck a bitch from the back I prolly break her back
Like it's Thursday tell her throw it back
I want the racks only keeping it a stack
The style so raw neighbors thought move crack
Had to tell em move back
Just brought a new gat
Type to run you out ya hood n you cant even move back
Got em asking who that
But thought you knew that
It that kid from from the stov
Time to bring real the back
You think dem haters on my shoulder how I brush em off
Im in the cut writing rhymes till my fingers sore
I'm tryna pull up in shit you never seen before
That's y a nigga workin I ain't talkin 9 to 5
Came up from the bottom you would think I mountain climb
The rap Clifford devoe I think ahead of time
The way ya bitch gimmie brain I call her master mind
Controlling in the game just like a mastermind
I play wit the words you call it word play
Swag dressed in some new designer
Got all these bitches on my body
Like some new designer
Real rap this is real rap
My flow a key of dope to ya lil pack
Overdose on the verse when I kill the track
Headshot em like a zombie ain't no coming back
F*ck a bitch from the back I prolly break her back
Like it's Thursday tell her throw it back
I want the racks only keeping it a stack
The style so raw neighbors thought move crack
Had to tell em move back
Just brought a new gat
Type to run you out ya hood n you cant even move back
Got em asking who that
But thought you knew that
It that kid from from the stov
Time to bring real the back
Writer: Bash Martin
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