Heyse - Contender Lyrics

Black on Black
Alright
This how we gon do this one
Blow for blow, Bar for Bar
1st round
I've been at this shit since 14
Y'all niggas still pre-teens
I crush spleens on my 16's
Spit fresh shit like listerine
Y'all archaic
Like drinking lean,
Not tryna end up like Pimp C
No disrespect to him
RIP
I just need y'all to pull up a seat
Listen to a real nigga speak
Never have I been real street
But I keep the heat on the beat
Make your girlfriends legs weak
Just last week, she was eyeing a brother
I could of had her ass laying naked in covers
But karmas a bitch
I done had enough of her
Tryna lay low, like the snow in the summer
Black on Black
See I'm just getting warmed up now
Time to really go in
Let's get it
Second Round
What's A beef to an AB student
You cant see me, you're average
I've been savage
Call me a monkey
I been schooling flunkies
Y'all practice
I been working for free long enough
Homie pay your taxes
Support my hustle
I support yours
That's how you gain instant access
Backstage passes
When this hits masses
I'll remember you
If you been down with me since day one
If you've seen where I came from
If you've seen how I've hustled
Tryna figure out how to get here
Had me a few detours
But this passion kept me shifting gears
I wonder how my family will view me now
Some had so many doubts
It don't matter now
When they hear that sound "black on black"
They'll know its me
And this aint bullshit rap
It's poetry
No shoot ya mama
Or shoot ya daddy
It's thorough bars
What we really need
Second Round
Third round coming up
How y'all still holding up
Alright
We'll see in a second
Let's go
I'm really not f*cking around
Y'all want that triplet sound
Here I'll give it to you bruh
Only dilemma is now
I can't decipher whose down
People be fronting on beats
But in real life be clowns
Y'all NIGGAS ain't IT
But y'all do make me frown
Yall are the talk of the town
Now
I'm shooting you down
Damn, y'all looking a little dizzy,
I don't know if you'll make it to the next round
You sure you can keep going
Alright, 4th round lets go
This really ain't new to me
I do this effortlessly
Like your lady sending nudes to me
Can't make two of me
But I promise you I know like 3
Or 1000 niggas tryna be the same
It's blowing me
No controlling me
That's why I'm not signed
Don't plan to be
I remember chilling in the crib
In the the DMV
PG county
Cooking up these rhymes
I was limited
Only had a tape recorder and a keyboard with beats
But writing down these words were therapy
Kept me on my feet
Got tired of seeing all these other rappers
On the scene
Man, I wanted credit too
Had to come get me a piece
I done been discreet for too long
Time to shine bright
But never would've thought
I'll do this shit in Shanghai
Hi niggas
I'm here
Damn, y'all done checked out on me huh
KO
I guess I'm a Contender
I'm a contender, I'm a contender, I'm a Contender
I'm a contender, I'm a contender, I'm a Contender
I'm a contender, I'm a contender, I'm a Contender
I'm a contender, I'm a contender, I'm a Contender