Byron Bank - Got Damn Lyrics

See y'all know what it is,
Master chef and I been whipping it since
The fetal position, I'm kicking it bitch
Name another motherf*cker, that be spitting like this
It's automatic when I'm clutching the gears and switch
Can't believe it ask Ripley how real is this
I got these Rush Hour dreams and the willingness to get 'em
That's that Chris Tucker flow, Gilfitler fish nigga
What a minute hold,
Things ain't the same when I show up
Time to set it off in the bitch can I show 'em
What it look like when a nigga about to blow up, hold up
Simple and plan, I just stayed in my lane
Been a man of my word, do whatever I say
You don't like me it's cool, here's a f*ck me to you
Middle finger in the air, so you know what it do
Safe to say up on the other hand
Fly as f*ck so I'll neverland
Excuse me y'all don't understand
How I can spit kryptonite and be alive when I'm superman
Off the top, so you know where the roof be
No ceilings when I ride, jumping out of the hoopty
Put it on for my team, looking fresh so clean
With a bunch of bad bitches, when I step on the scene, like

Got damn,
Fresh to death when I be killing this shit,
Like got damn,
Cashing check after check straight depositing shit
Like got damn
My condolences I'm sending when I'm killing this shit
Like got damn
Got damn, got damn

Too many styles,
When they think that they got me I just change it, it gets
Easier when you're gifted like this
Lose the pen, have a mental fit
All I need is one mic and a dope beat to O.D
Still, capturing moments from the nosebleeds
Cheers, where everybody knows your name
Giving quickie to these bitches, chunking deuce when I came
Ain't no pillow talk with her
Back to the money, that's that money talk nigga
Here for one night, can I make plans with you
She's only single, when her nigga ain't with her
And that's reality see,
A hunnit I keep, is all I know how to be
And that's winning, while looking fresh so clean
But might leave with you bitch when I step on the scene like

Got damn,
Got damn,
Got damn
Got damn
Got damn, got damn

My apologies,
I ain't sorry I meant all of that
This the kick off
Shit, some of y'all might run it back
Shit, some of y'all might just run this back
I'm the truth you know where it at
After dark there be something good on Cinemax
And all you rappers that lying should to have a heart attack
Now who that be,
Looking fresh so clean just when he step on the scene
Like got damn,
See you know that's me, authentic when I do it and delivery be
In a league of it's own, it's depressing to see
Somebody else cop my style like I put it for lease
Dropping bombs over baghdad, publicly Outkast
TeamBank you can rep it in hashtag
Safe to say up on the other hand
Fly as hell so I'll neverland
Excuse me y'all don't understand
How I can spit kryptonite and be alive when I'm superman
Off the top, so you know where the roof be
No ceilings when I ride, jumping out of the hoopty
Put it on for my team, so you know what I mean
With a bad bunch of bitches and they all over me, like

Got damn,
Fresh to death when I be killing this shit,
Like got damn,
Cashing check after check straight depositing shit
Like got damn
My condolences I'm sending when I'm killing this shit
Like got damn
Got damn, got damn
Got damn, got damn
Got damn, got damn
Got damn