Intro
Klassix shit raw so they can't stand it
Ride these tracks like I'm a fuckin bandit
No face killa hide that with bandannas
They fucked up when they let me out that
Car going ape shit, peel like bananas
Low to the earth and it crawl like an animal
Pedal to the metal, throttle burst when they say go
Legs in the air like the doors on a
0 to 60, hitting 150 on this, how you say its love when you switched on em
On another level had to switch on em, I can never ever see me switch on my niggas tho
I been on my grind like bad bricks all day
You would think a nigga was employed by this hallway
I'm a different nigga so don't buzz me with them cliches
The way that Con cook it, we gon' put this bitch on replay
I ain't never got to be scared my nigga
You can look inside my eyes there's no fear my nigga
I did everything I could to get here my nigga
I ain't looking back or letting god steer my nigga
So fuck what you talkin', we get it poppin' and jumpin'
If there's a problem I'll drop em, just point em out and I got em
Niggas really think they hot shit in this rap game
I can wrap a thousand circles around all these rap lames
I'm just waiting for a goofy nigga to act strange
And put my name in bars and I show up like I'm Luke Cage
Or like an alcoholic, high strung on induced rage
I'm on a different chapter yall copy the same page
Fuck that I get into the strip club with a bus pass
Got your girl on skype and she gon' bust on the Ipad
Ride these tracks like I'm a fuckin bandit
No face killa hide that with bandannas
They fucked up when they let me out that
Car going ape shit, peel like bananas
Low to the earth and it crawl like an animal
Pedal to the metal, throttle burst when they say go
Legs in the air like the doors on a
0 to 60, hitting 150 on this, how you say its love when you switched on em
On another level had to switch on em, I can never ever see me switch on my niggas tho
I been on my grind like bad bricks all day
You would think a nigga was employed by this hallway
I'm a different nigga so don't buzz me with them cliches
The way that Con cook it, we gon' put this bitch on replay
I ain't never got to be scared my nigga
You can look inside my eyes there's no fear my nigga
I did everything I could to get here my nigga
I ain't looking back or letting god steer my nigga
So fuck what you talkin', we get it poppin' and jumpin'
If there's a problem I'll drop em, just point em out and I got em
Niggas really think they hot shit in this rap game
I can wrap a thousand circles around all these rap lames
I'm just waiting for a goofy nigga to act strange
And put my name in bars and I show up like I'm Luke Cage
Or like an alcoholic, high strung on induced rage
I'm on a different chapter yall copy the same page
Fuck that I get into the strip club with a bus pass
Got your girl on skype and she gon' bust on the Ipad
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Hill
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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