Aye man
Whatchu really think of the game man
When it come to kings im the main man
If you sayin different imma swing
Like a cave man
Aye man
I aint gotta have a rollie watch up on my wrist
To prove that im superior
To all these other kids
You be callin me yo dawg
But i be callin you my bitch
All up on my shit
Homie i just kill shit
Hit the stage and leaving people still
From the illness
See the rage
I keep instilled
For years its been buildin
Im boutta tear the roof off of the motha f*ckin ceilin
If i dont make a million
Imma snap a cap off
Im trippin balls from all the tabs of acid i dropped
Like gibralter caves
Neanderthalic ways
I smash your face in
For tryna record me on an ipod
Im the dopest bro
I got the coldest flows
But keep it molten hot
Im like the chosen foe
I always go for broke
Got that potent dope
That leave the pros all chokin
Take a toke youll croak
Im the main event
You barely the opener
Make one wrong move
By lettin me get close to ya
Take a 12 inch blade
Next thing you throat is cut
So you better step away before your neck just opens up
Why the f*ck you always talkin like you got it its a front
I seen people in my hood get blown away for tryna front
Prolly thought that i was wack until you seen i spit the flame
So you better know the name or else your bodys gettin dumped
When i said that im the sickest spitter round here
I meant it as a fact
Im just attackin every sound here
A bitch dont like my language
Didnt mean to make you pout dear
Im hittin home runs
They aint see it in the out field
They say im killin brain cells
And i should really stop it
But i just feel like goin out and thuggin on my pac shit
Ill be legendary status like the homie nas
The closest thing to legend that youll reach is only loc ness
I know its soundin far fetched
But im just bein honest
Im the greatest artist on the surface
No contest
Motha f*ckas get caught in my path imma murder them
Hit em in my civic and again when im reversing then Then i tell em
Im the dopest bro
I got the coldest flows
But keep it molten hot
Im like the chosen foe
I always go for broke
Got that potent dope
That leave the pros all chokin
Take a toke youll croak
Im the main event
You barely the opener
Make one wrong move
By lettin me get close to ya
Take a 12 inch blade
Next thing you throat is cut
So you better step away before your neck just opens up
Im a full blown menace
Apprentice
Im not one
A master with the pen yes
A big threat
With a sick interest
To twist necks
Of those who disrespect vets
Heres a rose to kiss
While i strip yo neck
Of any chain you may have
Take your wrist watch next
Piss of you wish wash
And im up next
See me then you see that imma draw like decks
Blow your house down
I aint even use my tech
Im the big bad wolf
Yall just puppies, pets
And your bitch all on me cuz im rough with sex
You stay mad i stay strapped
Dont place no hex
This straight rap
So take that
Dont place no bets
Im boutta take yo bitch
And make her your ex
I confess that imma sinner
But dont give a heck
I write raps she likes that
I dont just flex cuz
Im the dopest bro
I got the coldest flows
But keep it molten hot
Im like the chosen foe
I always go for broke
Got that potent dope
That leave the pros all chokin
Take a toke youll croak
Im the main event
You barely the opener
Make one wrong move
By lettin me get close to ya
Take a 12 inch blade
Next thing you throat is cut
So you better step away before your neck just opens up
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Aye man
Whatchu really think of the game man
When it come to kings im the main man
If you sayin different imma swing
Like a cave man
Aye man
I aint gotta have a rollie watch up on my wrist
To prove that im superior
To all these other kids
You be callin me yo dawg
But i be callin you my bitch
All up on my shit
Homie i just kill shit
Hit the stage and leaving people still
From the illness
See the rage
I keep instilled
For years its been buildin
Im boutta tear the roof off of the motha f*ckin ceilin
If i dont make a million
Imma snap a cap off
Im trippin balls from all the tabs of acid i dropped
Like gibralter caves
Neanderthalic ways
I smash your face in
For tryna record me on an ipod
Im the dopest bro
I got the coldest flows
But keep it molten hot
Im like the chosen foe
I always go for broke
Got that potent dope
That leave the pros all chokin
Take a toke youll croak
Im the main event
You barely the opener
Make one wrong move
By lettin me get close to ya
Take a 12 inch blade
Next thing you throat is cut
So you better step away before your neck just opens up
Why the f*ck you always talkin like you got it its a front
I seen people in my hood get blown away for tryna front
Prolly thought that i was wack until you seen i spit the flame
So you better know the name or else your bodys gettin dumped
When i said that im the sickest spitter round here
I meant it as a fact
Im just attackin every sound here
A bitch dont like my language
Didnt mean to make you pout dear
Im hittin home runs
They aint see it in the out field
They say im killin brain cells
And i should really stop it
But i just feel like goin out and thuggin on my pac shit
Ill be legendary status like the homie nas
The closest thing to legend that youll reach is only loc ness
I know its soundin far fetched
But im just bein honest
Im the greatest artist on the surface
No contest
Motha f*ckas get caught in my path imma murder them
Hit em in my civic and again when im reversing then Then i tell em
Im the dopest bro
I got the coldest flows
But keep it molten hot
Im like the chosen foe
I always go for broke
Got that potent dope
That leave the pros all chokin
Take a toke youll croak
Im the main event
You barely the opener
Make one wrong move
By lettin me get close to ya
Take a 12 inch blade
Next thing you throat is cut
So you better step away before your neck just opens up
Im a full blown menace
Apprentice
Im not one
A master with the pen yes
A big threat
With a sick interest
To twist necks
Of those who disrespect vets
Heres a rose to kiss
While i strip yo neck
Of any chain you may have
Take your wrist watch next
Piss of you wish wash
And im up next
See me then you see that imma draw like decks
Blow your house down
I aint even use my tech
Im the big bad wolf
Yall just puppies, pets
And your bitch all on me cuz im rough with sex
You stay mad i stay strapped
Dont place no hex
This straight rap
So take that
Dont place no bets
Im boutta take yo bitch
And make her your ex
I confess that imma sinner
But dont give a heck
I write raps she likes that
I dont just flex cuz
Im the dopest bro
I got the coldest flows
But keep it molten hot
Im like the chosen foe
I always go for broke
Got that potent dope
That leave the pros all chokin
Take a toke youll croak
Im the main event
You barely the opener
Make one wrong move
By lettin me get close to ya
Take a 12 inch blade
Next thing you throat is cut
So you better step away before your neck just opens up
Whatchu really think of the game man
When it come to kings im the main man
If you sayin different imma swing
Like a cave man
Aye man
I aint gotta have a rollie watch up on my wrist
To prove that im superior
To all these other kids
You be callin me yo dawg
But i be callin you my bitch
All up on my shit
Homie i just kill shit
Hit the stage and leaving people still
From the illness
See the rage
I keep instilled
For years its been buildin
Im boutta tear the roof off of the motha f*ckin ceilin
If i dont make a million
Imma snap a cap off
Im trippin balls from all the tabs of acid i dropped
Like gibralter caves
Neanderthalic ways
I smash your face in
For tryna record me on an ipod
Im the dopest bro
I got the coldest flows
But keep it molten hot
Im like the chosen foe
I always go for broke
Got that potent dope
That leave the pros all chokin
Take a toke youll croak
Im the main event
You barely the opener
Make one wrong move
By lettin me get close to ya
Take a 12 inch blade
Next thing you throat is cut
So you better step away before your neck just opens up
Why the f*ck you always talkin like you got it its a front
I seen people in my hood get blown away for tryna front
Prolly thought that i was wack until you seen i spit the flame
So you better know the name or else your bodys gettin dumped
When i said that im the sickest spitter round here
I meant it as a fact
Im just attackin every sound here
A bitch dont like my language
Didnt mean to make you pout dear
Im hittin home runs
They aint see it in the out field
They say im killin brain cells
And i should really stop it
But i just feel like goin out and thuggin on my pac shit
Ill be legendary status like the homie nas
The closest thing to legend that youll reach is only loc ness
I know its soundin far fetched
But im just bein honest
Im the greatest artist on the surface
No contest
Motha f*ckas get caught in my path imma murder them
Hit em in my civic and again when im reversing then Then i tell em
Im the dopest bro
I got the coldest flows
But keep it molten hot
Im like the chosen foe
I always go for broke
Got that potent dope
That leave the pros all chokin
Take a toke youll croak
Im the main event
You barely the opener
Make one wrong move
By lettin me get close to ya
Take a 12 inch blade
Next thing you throat is cut
So you better step away before your neck just opens up
Im a full blown menace
Apprentice
Im not one
A master with the pen yes
A big threat
With a sick interest
To twist necks
Of those who disrespect vets
Heres a rose to kiss
While i strip yo neck
Of any chain you may have
Take your wrist watch next
Piss of you wish wash
And im up next
See me then you see that imma draw like decks
Blow your house down
I aint even use my tech
Im the big bad wolf
Yall just puppies, pets
And your bitch all on me cuz im rough with sex
You stay mad i stay strapped
Dont place no hex
This straight rap
So take that
Dont place no bets
Im boutta take yo bitch
And make her your ex
I confess that imma sinner
But dont give a heck
I write raps she likes that
I dont just flex cuz
Im the dopest bro
I got the coldest flows
But keep it molten hot
Im like the chosen foe
I always go for broke
Got that potent dope
That leave the pros all chokin
Take a toke youll croak
Im the main event
You barely the opener
Make one wrong move
By lettin me get close to ya
Take a 12 inch blade
Next thing you throat is cut
So you better step away before your neck just opens up
Writer: David Harbert II
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid