MC (feat. AC Smyff) Video (MV)

Here's why I get mad my entire career
Top notch lyricism
Man the hours spent into rhyming two words
For your friends to just totally not even acknowledge your greatness
Then for you to retire and them bring up all of these humans
These mere mortals
Sometime numbers lie Don't look too deep into stats
If you aint see it yourself then its prolly not a fact
GrindnShine a lifestyle I hustle different never slack
If I lost it all today I know I could get it back yea
Well back in the day I'll spin your block they like Go DJ
And if we miss that target we throw that whip in replay
Simon says we kidnap him its whatever we say
Smyff and GrindnShine back to back no relay
Y'all the type to wearing skinny jeans and lil dresses
Im the type to get me some beats and then go put em on stretchers
Hit the studio and then write a singer a record
You aint hit that note strong enough shawty I need some more effort
Lessons get learned growth you'll earn those opposed will get burned
My salary cap not your concern my man you broke I don't want your germs
My flow is stupid, the day you gon learn they'll say that I lost it talking absurd
You street smart? Don't get left on the curb, get high off of life I don't need the herb
Man my life impeccable and every move I make respectable
I stand for honor and you stand for nothing like a vegetable
Inevitable I am, sick and incredible with the pen
If I pin a tale on your Dame I claim she won't be the same again
Flashing cash for her but naw that don't mean that you paid
Man them boys aint got no paper we call them renegades
All this fly talk but they never been on a plane
Your passport need more stamps boy you still on the first page. Yea
Now close the book now you shook, here they come made you look
You got beef and throwing salt you Batty boy you'll get cooked
She bait you in with the grin I reel you in on a hook
You see me and wish upon a star and boy I wish you would
Even with a dusty pen you know Im spittin high caliber
Some of y'all cool but your bars don't amount to much
So I hit up Smyffy and I put him on my calendar
Now this beat is finished like the ref just said our time was up Game
Uh oh its Smyff the big bad wolf you catch my drift
Caution tape for the drip cuz you'll possibly slip
You loose with the lips? They will get stitched
I pull knives out my back and now I caught me some fish
Click click its lit
And we just made a hit like I just balled up my fist
I spit harder than a boy with a lisp
My fits be crisp this AC Smyff and GrindnShine slim who harder than this
Who harder than this? Who harder than this
Nobody I'm the Lord's son with bread I flex
And then I turn water to whine when we have guests
Sliding on the beat like my last name was Ovech
They like 'man y'all done it all what y'all got do next?' Thats none ya
I watch what I say cuz some of y'all just want a one-up
They take your ideas but then they don't ever refund ya
It cost to be a friend won't pay the price then I don't want ya
The same ones that wanna kick it with ya wanna punt ya
You a crash dummy but I'll use your for a high hat
We playin them C-Notes and your notes flat
When it come to C-Notes I got the blue ones that's no cap
You just Lonzo Ballin got no game where your coach at
Now let's recap thats no cap
You come with that act that Karma come back round just like a cul de sac
Always on the road like a Hub cap I does that
Grown bars keep your lil scrub raps lil Rugrats
Aye, you either gon roll with us or get rolled over
We been there and done that, left and came back
And did it again. AC Smyff and GrindnShine