Robot Mode

Let's go, real shit
What's good, what's popping today yo?
Whashup, whashup?
One two, one two

Motherfuckers be like "Mikey, send me some beats"
But they don't got no style to get on the beats
And i'm a beast, that's what they said in the streets
I try to support but everything they selling is cheap
They try to ignore but can't deny i'm nice with this shit
I rather Lemon Ice King than ice-creams from Kith
In Corona with the goonies, Lit
Never on that bougie shit
That's one way to lose me quick
On these samples that i usually flip
I get real ill with it, yes i'm truly sick
Uh, inside my heart where it do be brick
If she Hollywood give that little coochie a sniff
Aw, nah, that coochie stink
I be wilding, brown water's what i usually drink
Hey hey, i studied the game and passing the lessons
I ain't tryna be on IG asking you questions
And you ain't never put in work so don't give me suggestions
On this sample's only way that i rap for Impressions
But you won't get that, so just forget that
This wordplay will have you all confused like jet lag
This loud will have me on the moon like a jet pack
They selling out but still ain't got no loot, i don't respect that
The game is to be sold not told
Everybody on they phones in robot mode and they don't got codes

Here is something you can't understand
How i could just kill a man
Yea, that's how i'm feeling man
I play my cards like the dealer man
What goes around comes around like a ceiling fan

Don't blow my high when i'm chilling man
Fuck the glitter glam
I'm as smooth as peanut butter when i'm in a jam
Pressure make diamonds dog, i been grinding
You don't know the basics so you can't chime in
You don't know bout hip-hop, don't know about rhyming
Go and learn your history son, that's your assignment
And stop your blood-clot crying
I promote hustle, Push P's like a lineman
Fuck a critic, stay true to yourself
I got the sauce and i knew they could tell
I'm like a lion bout to move on the elk
I ain't tryna be like everyone else cuz
And do the things everyone else does
Motherfuckers is helpless, tryna be accepted by bitches thats selfish
Following whatever the trend is, with no value in friendships
But holla back if you felt this

Here is something you can't understand
How i could just kill a man
Yea, that's how i'm feeling man
I play my cards like the dealer man
What goes around comes around like a ceiling fan



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Taveras
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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