You Ain't Right
It takes all of y'all to go against little old me?
Well i'm ready and baby i'm feeling heavy
My brother i paint a picture
You see it you love it don't ya?
Why don't you fuck with your nigga?
My nigga, i'm like a virus i'll destroy all yall
Don't let that Henny get your panties in a bunch
Don't let that jealousy turn you into lunch
I don't get it, emotional on the book
You see you type it then you post it
Sober up then delete it
Then repeat it
And each time you pray i didn't see it
My nigga get it together, you and your little minions
That went to a little prison
For flipping a little pigeon
Now y'all niggas is Nino?
And hot like you jalapenos
You ain't fooling nobody nigga
I come from a real hood
Where niggas do real dirt
Putting in real work
No niggas in no skirts!
Yall ain't right
Yall niggas is fucked up
Why you messing with me though?
All foul now you giving me free throws
That means you giving me points
But you ain't giving me pointers
Niggas just pointing their fingers
Then duck when they see us
Like we really competing
Nigga i'm out of your league, and
How can i beef with a vegan?
You ain't right
Gonna show you tonight
You Ain't right
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
It takes all of y'all to go against little old me?
Fry together
All of y'all cry together
Make a suicide pact so all of y'all die together
About to reach another milestone
And i ain't saying it was easy neither
Nearly lost my mind 100 times
Right now while i'm rapping barely holding on
And all of yall sleep
That's cause all of yall sheep
So i'm Lil Bo Peep
The dude that got "carried away"
Probably got "carried away"
But you don't get it though
Elephant in the room
I ain't scared to address
I be rapping aggressive
But i be giving a message
Know a couple of cops but i don't snitch to detectives
I just play with my kids and yes i'm over protective
I ain't starting a ruckus
But how i'm feeling bout niggas
I guess i'm feeling like Ruckus
Mother fuckers
You Ain't Right
Gonna Show You Tonight
You Ain't Right
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
They say I'm different
Cause my introspect shows intellect
And did I mention I'm just venting I ain't even flex
I ain't even vex
Introverted on the low
Y.O. 3rd dimensional in the physical
I need a physical
Flow sick
If I let the stick go bitch that's a glow stick
Moses turned the staff to the snake
I turn a stick to staff
A coon in the cocoon
Metaphors into a man
Stop in listen
I'll pop a piston
Watch a butterfly kill a bear like Sonny liston
On a mission
You go and lead niggas
Then go and fail niggas
I tried tell niggas
They cointel niggas
Prepare for the ramsack
We taking land back
We planned that
Got you quick sand a sand trap
It's on track like Amtrak's
And pay check couldn't fix it with Affleck
We need assets
We need bloodshed at this point
From point blank range with hollow points
And guillotines
And sling shots
And killer team
Like it's war again with the Phillistines
Over all of these little things
Broken families
And broken homes
And iron yokes
And broken bones
Y'all Niggas is getting stoned
And I don't mean you getting high
Don't mean that you getting by
What I mean is where you lie is probably where you die
Rest In Peace
But I rather you rest in pieces
After your cremation and spread your ashes on feces
While the chicken of Judah are watching it from the bleachers
Well i'm ready and baby i'm feeling heavy
My brother i paint a picture
You see it you love it don't ya?
Why don't you fuck with your nigga?
My nigga, i'm like a virus i'll destroy all yall
Don't let that Henny get your panties in a bunch
Don't let that jealousy turn you into lunch
I don't get it, emotional on the book
You see you type it then you post it
Sober up then delete it
Then repeat it
And each time you pray i didn't see it
My nigga get it together, you and your little minions
That went to a little prison
For flipping a little pigeon
Now y'all niggas is Nino?
And hot like you jalapenos
You ain't fooling nobody nigga
I come from a real hood
Where niggas do real dirt
Putting in real work
No niggas in no skirts!
Yall ain't right
Yall niggas is fucked up
Why you messing with me though?
All foul now you giving me free throws
That means you giving me points
But you ain't giving me pointers
Niggas just pointing their fingers
Then duck when they see us
Like we really competing
Nigga i'm out of your league, and
How can i beef with a vegan?
You ain't right
Gonna show you tonight
You Ain't right
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
It takes all of y'all to go against little old me?
Fry together
All of y'all cry together
Make a suicide pact so all of y'all die together
About to reach another milestone
And i ain't saying it was easy neither
Nearly lost my mind 100 times
Right now while i'm rapping barely holding on
And all of yall sleep
That's cause all of yall sheep
So i'm Lil Bo Peep
The dude that got "carried away"
Probably got "carried away"
But you don't get it though
Elephant in the room
I ain't scared to address
I be rapping aggressive
But i be giving a message
Know a couple of cops but i don't snitch to detectives
I just play with my kids and yes i'm over protective
I ain't starting a ruckus
But how i'm feeling bout niggas
I guess i'm feeling like Ruckus
Mother fuckers
You Ain't Right
Gonna Show You Tonight
You Ain't Right
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
They say I'm different
Cause my introspect shows intellect
And did I mention I'm just venting I ain't even flex
I ain't even vex
Introverted on the low
Y.O. 3rd dimensional in the physical
I need a physical
Flow sick
If I let the stick go bitch that's a glow stick
Moses turned the staff to the snake
I turn a stick to staff
A coon in the cocoon
Metaphors into a man
Stop in listen
I'll pop a piston
Watch a butterfly kill a bear like Sonny liston
On a mission
You go and lead niggas
Then go and fail niggas
I tried tell niggas
They cointel niggas
Prepare for the ramsack
We taking land back
We planned that
Got you quick sand a sand trap
It's on track like Amtrak's
And pay check couldn't fix it with Affleck
We need assets
We need bloodshed at this point
From point blank range with hollow points
And guillotines
And sling shots
And killer team
Like it's war again with the Phillistines
Over all of these little things
Broken families
And broken homes
And iron yokes
And broken bones
Y'all Niggas is getting stoned
And I don't mean you getting high
Don't mean that you getting by
What I mean is where you lie is probably where you die
Rest In Peace
But I rather you rest in pieces
After your cremation and spread your ashes on feces
While the chicken of Judah are watching it from the bleachers
Credits
Writer(s): Y.o. Chizz
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