You in the matrix and I'm living my reality
A maniac lyricist with homicidal tendencies
I'll go through any entity enemy any deputy
That has the density to try to test my heavenly destiny
Clemency is not granted to you two bit fake rappers and car jackers straight slacking backpackers
I got swagger and a little spice make this cracker rhyme nice pulling late nights stage fright
Yeah right I straight up murder a showcase
A business move the USB is my suitcase
I chew face like Hannibal at a cannibal buffet
Crude way to go about it but who say no way Nobody because they all kinda shook
But there ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They look but never jump for the champ cause they some chumps
And I'm on my Donald Trump getting cash while y'all are slumped out
Don't make me have to pull the mic out f*ck it get loud let me hear the crowd shout jump
I'm new and improved just better than you
Yeah you a motor mouth I'm a motor mouth with the moves
Man I don't give a f*ck I'm crude I'm rude I kind of act like
I'm the dude cos I am god damn check the news what
Let me talk my shit like Kidd Majjin
He be stealing it and selling it he'll crack your f*cking melon kid
He crashed my whip I lent the shit I never shoulda done that
Cause now I got 01' Benz gotta flip a pack
Cause I caught a flat out on bird road whipping with Danny and Black Smoke
I was euro tripping never catch me slipping Hold composure like a boulder
Keep my ice cool dripping I make my living
F*ck it if rap a game this the combine I'm on mine 40 bars dash on the yard lines oh my
My numbers off the charts and I been stayin on point like speeding dart I stole they hearts
I'm flowing like I'm Moses with the rhymes I part a la carte this is just the start
Nicotine in my bloodstream and the weed got my levels on the upstream ultra light beams
It's a dream how this boom bap slap shit
It feel like a throwback but I produced the track need a plaque
I'm so hot I need an ice pack and place to lay back
A place that got the maybachs all black where the f*cking keys at
God show me where the motherf*cking Keys at
Where they at huh?
Where they where they at
F*ck the back of Lac want the Maybach
Make it real for me
Make that Maybach real for me
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You in the matrix and I'm living my reality
A maniac lyricist with homicidal tendencies
I'll go through any entity enemy any deputy
That has the density to try to test my heavenly destiny
Clemency is not granted to you two bit fake rappers and car jackers straight slacking backpackers
I got swagger and a little spice make this cracker rhyme nice pulling late nights stage fright
Yeah right I straight up murder a showcase
A business move the USB is my suitcase
I chew face like Hannibal at a cannibal buffet
Crude way to go about it but who say no way Nobody because they all kinda shook
But there ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They look but never jump for the champ cause they some chumps
And I'm on my Donald Trump getting cash while y'all are slumped out
Don't make me have to pull the mic out f*ck it get loud let me hear the crowd shout jump
I'm new and improved just better than you
Yeah you a motor mouth I'm a motor mouth with the moves
Man I don't give a f*ck I'm crude I'm rude I kind of act like
I'm the dude cos I am god damn check the news what
Let me talk my shit like Kidd Majjin
He be stealing it and selling it he'll crack your f*cking melon kid
He crashed my whip I lent the shit I never shoulda done that
Cause now I got 01' Benz gotta flip a pack
Cause I caught a flat out on bird road whipping with Danny and Black Smoke
I was euro tripping never catch me slipping Hold composure like a boulder
Keep my ice cool dripping I make my living
F*ck it if rap a game this the combine I'm on mine 40 bars dash on the yard lines oh my
My numbers off the charts and I been stayin on point like speeding dart I stole they hearts
I'm flowing like I'm Moses with the rhymes I part a la carte this is just the start
Nicotine in my bloodstream and the weed got my levels on the upstream ultra light beams
It's a dream how this boom bap slap shit
It feel like a throwback but I produced the track need a plaque
I'm so hot I need an ice pack and place to lay back
A place that got the maybachs all black where the f*cking keys at
God show me where the motherf*cking Keys at
Where they at huh?
Where they where they at
F*ck the back of Lac want the Maybach
Make it real for me
Make that Maybach real for me
A maniac lyricist with homicidal tendencies
I'll go through any entity enemy any deputy
That has the density to try to test my heavenly destiny
Clemency is not granted to you two bit fake rappers and car jackers straight slacking backpackers
I got swagger and a little spice make this cracker rhyme nice pulling late nights stage fright
Yeah right I straight up murder a showcase
A business move the USB is my suitcase
I chew face like Hannibal at a cannibal buffet
Crude way to go about it but who say no way Nobody because they all kinda shook
But there ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They look but never jump for the champ cause they some chumps
And I'm on my Donald Trump getting cash while y'all are slumped out
Don't make me have to pull the mic out f*ck it get loud let me hear the crowd shout jump
I'm new and improved just better than you
Yeah you a motor mouth I'm a motor mouth with the moves
Man I don't give a f*ck I'm crude I'm rude I kind of act like
I'm the dude cos I am god damn check the news what
Let me talk my shit like Kidd Majjin
He be stealing it and selling it he'll crack your f*cking melon kid
He crashed my whip I lent the shit I never shoulda done that
Cause now I got 01' Benz gotta flip a pack
Cause I caught a flat out on bird road whipping with Danny and Black Smoke
I was euro tripping never catch me slipping Hold composure like a boulder
Keep my ice cool dripping I make my living
F*ck it if rap a game this the combine I'm on mine 40 bars dash on the yard lines oh my
My numbers off the charts and I been stayin on point like speeding dart I stole they hearts
I'm flowing like I'm Moses with the rhymes I part a la carte this is just the start
Nicotine in my bloodstream and the weed got my levels on the upstream ultra light beams
It's a dream how this boom bap slap shit
It feel like a throwback but I produced the track need a plaque
I'm so hot I need an ice pack and place to lay back
A place that got the maybachs all black where the f*cking keys at
God show me where the motherf*cking Keys at
Where they at huh?
Where they where they at
F*ck the back of Lac want the Maybach
Make it real for me
Make that Maybach real for me
Writer: Carter Vasallo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid