I'm Here

When I spit it, Hope that they hear it
They don't like it, got to live wit it
So get wit it, my path real clear
Have no fear
Deadlyforce here

When I spit it, Hope that they hear it
They don't like it, got to live wit it
So get wit it, my path real clear
Have no fear
Deadlyforce here

Jesus Christ
Damn the flows nice
Ask did I write
Fuck I look like
Damn right I did
Damn right you hear it
I'm just try-na live
So creative
This beat here
Straight Native
Exclusive
Ask Ms. Jay
We gon swag it out, my team don't play
A beat like this, death is on it's way
For any nigga talkin shit about D.C.
Name aint Wale', but I like pretty girls
People wit money, yes they run this world
And the regulars they kill for them diamonds and pearls
Try-na be a prince, just don't make sense
All about a dollar, let y'all keep the cents
Aroma in the air, bitch nigga not incense
Those try to compete, we haven't seen them since
Began on the bench, now I start every game
In love with this mic like Ric was to Jane
Left to bring the heat, guess I'm Lebron James
Some say I'm the King, pay that no never mind
This aint Liu Kang, nor Mortal Kombat time
Started at the bottom, now I'm try-na climb
Middle finger to you for try-na stop my shine
Damn you like that, bitch nigga press rewind

When I spit it, Hope that they hear it
They don't like it, got to live wit it
So get wit it, my path real clear
Have no fear
Deadlyforce here

When I spit it, Hope that they hear it
They don't like it, got to live wit it
So get wit it, my path real clear
Have no fear
Deadlyforce here

Hallelujah
Bout to bring it to ya
Lex like lugger
Never a recruiter
A sharp shooter
Thought you knew
I'm about to blow, ask Yudu
Y'all pee-ew
Rhymes aint shit
Who discovered me, A&R Vic
Deadlyforce is sick, yes I thank God
Got that passion again, thanks to DeShaude
When I was gon quit, he said Do It
Y'all should thank him and them and them
For doubting me and my men
Da L.A.B., try-na run D.C.
I'm Deadly, run with Azo
Woodland Ro, yeah that case closed
Niggas it's whatever
Sixx and Snuff, equals Mo Betta
Ya wanna Battle
I think not
Equipped with Cannons
Swift near the heart
Second to none, bitch we get it done
Denying my talent, that's another lung
Oh damn you can't breathe
No mouse but we after cheese
Now I'm your favorite rapper
Get off my N-U-T-S
Bitch please, gotta go
Signed D-E-A-D
I'm here



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Lindsay
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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