Friction
I'm with all of the smoke I'll give it up
My back hand real mean my pimping up
I see the bitch in you nigga, you switching up
A story just dawned on me, I'm sick as fuck
I go against all grains they wanted friction
Even paraplegics can feel this tension
And I'm the goat of this shit that's why I'm mentioned
The truth to be exact, you barely riding the bench nigga
I run circles round all of these rap niggas
I'm that nigga, you can get cut don't act nigga
Cause It'll be a bad scene, bodies get wrapped nigga
And that will be the end of you, ghost rap nigga
Or power either, but I got power, you cowards leaches
I'm godzilla of this rap shit I devour features
They scared of me, so they tag me the rap bully
The tightest nigga In This bitch it ain't no slack to me
No stain on my cloth or my crown either
My closet clean
A walking nightmare to rappers, niggas ain't got a dream
Swear these niggas ain't no threat they lie and scheme
Palm under my forearm, yo I ain't gotta beam
They knew the God was the truth, after the prophecy
I showed them, I put dope in the P.O.T.S., they couldn't rock with me
Who's hard as me, nobody all of these niggas under me, I'm God to me
They wanted friction they shouldn't have started me
My back hand real mean my pimping up
I see the bitch in you nigga, you switching up
A story just dawned on me, I'm sick as fuck
I go against all grains they wanted friction
Even paraplegics can feel this tension
And I'm the goat of this shit that's why I'm mentioned
The truth to be exact, you barely riding the bench nigga
I run circles round all of these rap niggas
I'm that nigga, you can get cut don't act nigga
Cause It'll be a bad scene, bodies get wrapped nigga
And that will be the end of you, ghost rap nigga
Or power either, but I got power, you cowards leaches
I'm godzilla of this rap shit I devour features
They scared of me, so they tag me the rap bully
The tightest nigga In This bitch it ain't no slack to me
No stain on my cloth or my crown either
My closet clean
A walking nightmare to rappers, niggas ain't got a dream
Swear these niggas ain't no threat they lie and scheme
Palm under my forearm, yo I ain't gotta beam
They knew the God was the truth, after the prophecy
I showed them, I put dope in the P.O.T.S., they couldn't rock with me
Who's hard as me, nobody all of these niggas under me, I'm God to me
They wanted friction they shouldn't have started me
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Writer(s): Antione Johnson
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