Floyd
First and foremost let's make shit clear
Hatred in the matrix is on a pace wit
The rise of the racists in the nation
Ain't it fly how he thrive in a snake pit
Dap a guy show em love from the gate
Then they go behind and they say shit
On the grind and my mind is in space
Like looking in the eyes of the faceless
Pavement invader you find the cannon adjacent
Language abrasive not a fan of the fakeness
Monkey with my money
He go bananas and apeshit
Comfy with some funny
The dutchee stubborn and makeshift
Just a taste a plate to take wit
Can't mistake the great wit fake
He on the paperchase he like a attic
He can't quit
Savage with his matters
He pattern the same script
Niggas said he average and can't spit
Must be sniffin' on lavender paint chips
On an island and styling the case is
Keep it a thousand and piling the greatness
On any calendar day
The talent displayed
Beat these bums niggas all sounding the same
Do the math like you counting some change
I'll do half not accounting for lames
Niggas crowding my lane
Take a minute to retort
Now every critic that listen and getting pist at the vision
They got a voice
Not a mention or sentence, or attention on the flip when ya shit is hitting ain't got a C'hoice
What's a man to a lotta boys wit a lotta noise and a ego that you gotta void
Cats think its a game like a pile of toys
Til they get in the ring with the
Talent and style of floyd
Hatred in the matrix is on a pace wit
The rise of the racists in the nation
Ain't it fly how he thrive in a snake pit
Dap a guy show em love from the gate
Then they go behind and they say shit
On the grind and my mind is in space
Like looking in the eyes of the faceless
Pavement invader you find the cannon adjacent
Language abrasive not a fan of the fakeness
Monkey with my money
He go bananas and apeshit
Comfy with some funny
The dutchee stubborn and makeshift
Just a taste a plate to take wit
Can't mistake the great wit fake
He on the paperchase he like a attic
He can't quit
Savage with his matters
He pattern the same script
Niggas said he average and can't spit
Must be sniffin' on lavender paint chips
On an island and styling the case is
Keep it a thousand and piling the greatness
On any calendar day
The talent displayed
Beat these bums niggas all sounding the same
Do the math like you counting some change
I'll do half not accounting for lames
Niggas crowding my lane
Take a minute to retort
Now every critic that listen and getting pist at the vision
They got a voice
Not a mention or sentence, or attention on the flip when ya shit is hitting ain't got a C'hoice
What's a man to a lotta boys wit a lotta noise and a ego that you gotta void
Cats think its a game like a pile of toys
Til they get in the ring with the
Talent and style of floyd
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Writer(s): Nicholas Byrd
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