PARKER (feat. Tam, JERIKO & MATCHA)
Meet your match, attack, back to the back
I spat raps that slap, soundin' like Saran Wrap
Put it in my knapsack, y'all just slack
Shit makin' me hella mad, rap game is too sad, what?
Don't know what I'm sayin'
Maybe I'm lazy
I'm fuckin' crazy
Weed got me hazy
White boys is hazing
Wavy parading a crowd and we raid it
I'm the devil, gonna rumble
Mouth is runnin', fuck a muzzle
Clothes is drippin' in a puddle, I ain't tryna be so subtle
See my future with the hustle, got my homies that are yellow
Now I'm feelin' hella mellow, bitch I'm yellin' like a kettle
I go hard, I never settle
Shit, I'm on another level
Put the pedal to the metal, leave you shot up in a tunnel
They might say I'm fuckin' special, but this track is double trouble
Yeah, rappin' in my vessels, words are scattered like a puzzle
I'm moving big pounds, big sounds
Don't come around actin' loud, this my town
From K-Town to Chi-Town
Locked down 'cause we proud with a jade crown
This be the voice that I found
Drowned the old me, now I'm back, and I'm profound
I fucking hate to be profiled
Call this shit Dragon Style, make the crowd go so wild
The weather is breezy, I make this look easy
My lyrics in pieces, so hop onto Genius
I guess I'm a genius, just kidding, I'm decent
My flow is the meanest, so dirty, I bleach it
I'm floatin' to Venus, that's poisonous reaches
Though I ain't religious, I lead like I'm Jesus
They say I'm the weakest, but I spit the realness
'Cause I've seen some shit, so my stories is scenic
Yeah, yeah
Way too fast, doin' fifty laps (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Boom, boom, boom)
Wavy Gen, why so tense like
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Ridin' with the sauce (With the sauce)
How could I been doin' shit wrong?
(Doin' shit wrong)
Ever since I been with LOFT
I'm writing all these songs (Writing all these songs)
Yeah, forget about a cost
All up in my face like you feel like you belong (Yeah)
Lot of rappers
Don't know what to rap about
So they talk money
Rappers (Woah)
Rap about the gap, apart
The men that made 'em rapper (Oh, oh)
Back attack or Backpack Kid
With a good drug deal
Would a bro kill another bro?
Pass, overdose
End era with the fall of Melly, Mac Mill
(Mill, mill, mill, mill)
Corrupt my mind
The rapper kind
Make me go blind (Bam, bam)
Money the root of evil
I gotta go find
How to rhyme, and how to climb up
How to be a paradigm, bruh
How to make a living with clean blood
Take a minute to be settle with it
Devil gotta bid in, gotta fit in
But I don't need that for the living (Oh)
Getting with the beat
When it kick, with a tongue flip
Gotta whip heads when I'm spitting (Oh)
JERIKO gonna make miracles (Ooh)
Pinnacle time, I kill it
I'ma retire, MATCHA here
With the lyrical fire
empty, fill it
Yo, I've been on my way making moves, it's an active process (Yeah)
Had to learn that you ain't gettin' nowhere fast acting cautious (Yeah)
Hit the keys, go and strike a chord and let it resonate
But no sound is how you go down when you strike out because you hesitate
Yo, I started with a blessing, that's the way it rolled
But I'ma take the pot if all the other players fold
Only way to win is when you chip in what you hold
So I take that silver spoon, and I flip it into gold
Say more, rap less
Add it up, math test
Thought you were good, but got stuck in the past tense
Thought you were hood with a wack ass accent
You act like it's middle school, wash off the AXE scent
You're aburrido (Woo)
You don't got the sauce, if you know what I'm sayin'
I'm Flamin' Hot Cheetos (Hot, hot)
You're a bottle of Voss, you're so overrated, uh
Keep my shit kinetic
Know I always meant it
It'll stay potential
Only if you let it
I go flip the script (Flip it)
Go from hit to hit
No dry humor here
I'm just dripping wit (Sheesh)
Evolve through the stages
I'm making developments
Try to stay relevant
Turning the pages (Aye)
It's on to the latest
Not keeping the status quo
Not afraid to lose (What)
Go and pay my dues (What)
Don't just pay for views (What)
Let my haters boo
On my way to you
Can't afford to do nothing
So I just keep on making moves
Yeah, yeah
Way too fast, doin' fifty laps (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Boom, boom, boom)
Wavy Gen, why so tense like
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Ridin' with the sauce (With the sauce)
How could I been doin' shit wrong?
(Doin' shit wrong)
Ever since I been with LOFT
I'm writing all these songs
(Writing all these songs)
Yeah, forget about a cost
All up in my face like you feel like you belong (Yeah)
I spat raps that slap, soundin' like Saran Wrap
Put it in my knapsack, y'all just slack
Shit makin' me hella mad, rap game is too sad, what?
Don't know what I'm sayin'
Maybe I'm lazy
I'm fuckin' crazy
Weed got me hazy
White boys is hazing
Wavy parading a crowd and we raid it
I'm the devil, gonna rumble
Mouth is runnin', fuck a muzzle
Clothes is drippin' in a puddle, I ain't tryna be so subtle
See my future with the hustle, got my homies that are yellow
Now I'm feelin' hella mellow, bitch I'm yellin' like a kettle
I go hard, I never settle
Shit, I'm on another level
Put the pedal to the metal, leave you shot up in a tunnel
They might say I'm fuckin' special, but this track is double trouble
Yeah, rappin' in my vessels, words are scattered like a puzzle
I'm moving big pounds, big sounds
Don't come around actin' loud, this my town
From K-Town to Chi-Town
Locked down 'cause we proud with a jade crown
This be the voice that I found
Drowned the old me, now I'm back, and I'm profound
I fucking hate to be profiled
Call this shit Dragon Style, make the crowd go so wild
The weather is breezy, I make this look easy
My lyrics in pieces, so hop onto Genius
I guess I'm a genius, just kidding, I'm decent
My flow is the meanest, so dirty, I bleach it
I'm floatin' to Venus, that's poisonous reaches
Though I ain't religious, I lead like I'm Jesus
They say I'm the weakest, but I spit the realness
'Cause I've seen some shit, so my stories is scenic
Yeah, yeah
Way too fast, doin' fifty laps (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Boom, boom, boom)
Wavy Gen, why so tense like
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Ridin' with the sauce (With the sauce)
How could I been doin' shit wrong?
(Doin' shit wrong)
Ever since I been with LOFT
I'm writing all these songs (Writing all these songs)
Yeah, forget about a cost
All up in my face like you feel like you belong (Yeah)
Lot of rappers
Don't know what to rap about
So they talk money
Rappers (Woah)
Rap about the gap, apart
The men that made 'em rapper (Oh, oh)
Back attack or Backpack Kid
With a good drug deal
Would a bro kill another bro?
Pass, overdose
End era with the fall of Melly, Mac Mill
(Mill, mill, mill, mill)
Corrupt my mind
The rapper kind
Make me go blind (Bam, bam)
Money the root of evil
I gotta go find
How to rhyme, and how to climb up
How to be a paradigm, bruh
How to make a living with clean blood
Take a minute to be settle with it
Devil gotta bid in, gotta fit in
But I don't need that for the living (Oh)
Getting with the beat
When it kick, with a tongue flip
Gotta whip heads when I'm spitting (Oh)
JERIKO gonna make miracles (Ooh)
Pinnacle time, I kill it
I'ma retire, MATCHA here
With the lyrical fire
empty, fill it
Yo, I've been on my way making moves, it's an active process (Yeah)
Had to learn that you ain't gettin' nowhere fast acting cautious (Yeah)
Hit the keys, go and strike a chord and let it resonate
But no sound is how you go down when you strike out because you hesitate
Yo, I started with a blessing, that's the way it rolled
But I'ma take the pot if all the other players fold
Only way to win is when you chip in what you hold
So I take that silver spoon, and I flip it into gold
Say more, rap less
Add it up, math test
Thought you were good, but got stuck in the past tense
Thought you were hood with a wack ass accent
You act like it's middle school, wash off the AXE scent
You're aburrido (Woo)
You don't got the sauce, if you know what I'm sayin'
I'm Flamin' Hot Cheetos (Hot, hot)
You're a bottle of Voss, you're so overrated, uh
Keep my shit kinetic
Know I always meant it
It'll stay potential
Only if you let it
I go flip the script (Flip it)
Go from hit to hit
No dry humor here
I'm just dripping wit (Sheesh)
Evolve through the stages
I'm making developments
Try to stay relevant
Turning the pages (Aye)
It's on to the latest
Not keeping the status quo
Not afraid to lose (What)
Go and pay my dues (What)
Don't just pay for views (What)
Let my haters boo
On my way to you
Can't afford to do nothing
So I just keep on making moves
Yeah, yeah
Way too fast, doin' fifty laps (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Boom, boom, boom)
Wavy Gen, why so tense like
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Ridin' with the sauce (With the sauce)
How could I been doin' shit wrong?
(Doin' shit wrong)
Ever since I been with LOFT
I'm writing all these songs
(Writing all these songs)
Yeah, forget about a cost
All up in my face like you feel like you belong (Yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Edward Yiyang Cai
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