The real hip-hop MCing and DJing from your own mind, you know
I guess right now we should start the show
Big two, riding, I'm Presidential
Gliding 55 miles over in Residentials
Give me two blunts, one 12" and ten instrumentals
Tryin' not to crash, I got Bandicoot in the mental
But god forbid we crash, I abandon coupe, it's a rental
Different kinda dog, yeen gon' find this shit in the kennel
I ain't sliding up to type, boa I'm sliding across your dental
My demons took a physical form of my psychological
Reaping what I've sown, but I'm known to be diabolical
The odds of you being better than me really improbable
Improbable, cause I'm proof that anything's possible
If Icarus had listened to Daedalus, he'd be fine
Shoulda, coulda, woulda thought about it if there was time
Lines to read between, but let's keep it 'tween you and I
If Daedalus listened, he coulda prevented a suicide
Let's keep it P, I'm pushing up with pushers in this bitch
And a crazy white boy, got Brian Cushing in this bitch
I hitchya trap and flip your mattresses and cushions in this bitch
I want it all, I'm trying to ball, I just might, I get the itch
Semi-automatics, G-Flexes and fullies in this bitch
Rip rounds, hollow tips, and criticals up in the clip
I'll let my little sister blast, she pull a 40 off the hip
And let my Asian homie chop you with a different kind of stick
Got the sauce, gatekeeping, I'm swimming all in the recipe
Southside raised, motherf*cker til the death of me
I don't trust any motherf*cker to the left of me
I done let too many motherf*ckers get the best of me
Big two, big dawg, sonning the man who fathered me
Bullets, hands and feet for anybody who bothered me
Everywhere I go, they follow me
No room for Jesus, these demons lay right on top of me
Smooth in all kind of ways
Put my thing in the middle, put it together, and make her hyphenate
Split decisions, split personalities what it's gotta be
Cause CeJay giving lectures while Buddha giving lobotomies
I'm bipolar, ain't no telling which side's colder
Back on that shit, you can tell cause my eyes lowered
I'm Mjönir, niggas couldn't move me with my shoulders
Back out the glick, hit the switch and your time's over
Buddha 2x - Jontay's Revenge 2 Lyrics
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The real hip-hop MCing and DJing from your own mind, you know
I guess right now we should start the show
Big two, riding, I'm Presidential
Gliding 55 miles over in Residentials
Give me two blunts, one 12" and ten instrumentals
Tryin' not to crash, I got Bandicoot in the mental
But god forbid we crash, I abandon coupe, it's a rental
Different kinda dog, yeen gon' find this shit in the kennel
I ain't sliding up to type, boa I'm sliding across your dental
My demons took a physical form of my psychological
Reaping what I've sown, but I'm known to be diabolical
The odds of you being better than me really improbable
Improbable, cause I'm proof that anything's possible
If Icarus had listened to Daedalus, he'd be fine
Shoulda, coulda, woulda thought about it if there was time
Lines to read between, but let's keep it 'tween you and I
If Daedalus listened, he coulda prevented a suicide
Let's keep it P, I'm pushing up with pushers in this bitch
And a crazy white boy, got Brian Cushing in this bitch
I hitchya trap and flip your mattresses and cushions in this bitch
I want it all, I'm trying to ball, I just might, I get the itch
Semi-automatics, G-Flexes and fullies in this bitch
Rip rounds, hollow tips, and criticals up in the clip
I'll let my little sister blast, she pull a 40 off the hip
And let my Asian homie chop you with a different kind of stick
Got the sauce, gatekeeping, I'm swimming all in the recipe
Southside raised, motherf*cker til the death of me
I don't trust any motherf*cker to the left of me
I done let too many motherf*ckers get the best of me
Big two, big dawg, sonning the man who fathered me
Bullets, hands and feet for anybody who bothered me
Everywhere I go, they follow me
No room for Jesus, these demons lay right on top of me
Smooth in all kind of ways
Put my thing in the middle, put it together, and make her hyphenate
Split decisions, split personalities what it's gotta be
Cause CeJay giving lectures while Buddha giving lobotomies
I'm bipolar, ain't no telling which side's colder
Back on that shit, you can tell cause my eyes lowered
I'm Mjönir, niggas couldn't move me with my shoulders
Back out the glick, hit the switch and your time's over
I guess right now we should start the show
Big two, riding, I'm Presidential
Gliding 55 miles over in Residentials
Give me two blunts, one 12" and ten instrumentals
Tryin' not to crash, I got Bandicoot in the mental
But god forbid we crash, I abandon coupe, it's a rental
Different kinda dog, yeen gon' find this shit in the kennel
I ain't sliding up to type, boa I'm sliding across your dental
My demons took a physical form of my psychological
Reaping what I've sown, but I'm known to be diabolical
The odds of you being better than me really improbable
Improbable, cause I'm proof that anything's possible
If Icarus had listened to Daedalus, he'd be fine
Shoulda, coulda, woulda thought about it if there was time
Lines to read between, but let's keep it 'tween you and I
If Daedalus listened, he coulda prevented a suicide
Let's keep it P, I'm pushing up with pushers in this bitch
And a crazy white boy, got Brian Cushing in this bitch
I hitchya trap and flip your mattresses and cushions in this bitch
I want it all, I'm trying to ball, I just might, I get the itch
Semi-automatics, G-Flexes and fullies in this bitch
Rip rounds, hollow tips, and criticals up in the clip
I'll let my little sister blast, she pull a 40 off the hip
And let my Asian homie chop you with a different kind of stick
Got the sauce, gatekeeping, I'm swimming all in the recipe
Southside raised, motherf*cker til the death of me
I don't trust any motherf*cker to the left of me
I done let too many motherf*ckers get the best of me
Big two, big dawg, sonning the man who fathered me
Bullets, hands and feet for anybody who bothered me
Everywhere I go, they follow me
No room for Jesus, these demons lay right on top of me
Smooth in all kind of ways
Put my thing in the middle, put it together, and make her hyphenate
Split decisions, split personalities what it's gotta be
Cause CeJay giving lectures while Buddha giving lobotomies
I'm bipolar, ain't no telling which side's colder
Back on that shit, you can tell cause my eyes lowered
I'm Mjönir, niggas couldn't move me with my shoulders
Back out the glick, hit the switch and your time's over
Writer: Buddha 2x
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