Hit My Line

Hit my line, hit my jack, tell the homies im just chillin
We was grindin thru the winter, we just tryna make a killing
Harlem nigga, Paid in Full, money fallin from the ceiling
Everybody love a winner, she just wit me for the feeling

If you gon do it, then do it proper
They talkin money but making nada
Can't see the kid like a baby father
I wrote this verse to the Saiyan saga
Them niggas was braggin on Raditz but it didn't matter
They couldn't beat Saibamen
They see you movin and form an opinion, get bitter cause
Niggas ain't side with them
Ain't see the worth, now they buying in
Need half a mill like im dieting
Yo mind in a cage, what you dying in?
We came with growth like the biotin
I take the youth and inspire them
If ever i fall I'ma rise again
You see his wave then you copy him
You born alone but gon die a twin
Cause you copying him, that's identical twins
It's two in a pair, I'm moving unfair
Look at my future, need shades for the glare
I'm getting shade from the glare
I was already prepared
Somebody told me its levels to this
Success always come with the stares
It was already our year
Some things that i know
Then its some things that i hear

Hit my line, hit my jack, tell the homies im just chillin
We was grindin thru the winter, we just tryna make a killing
Harlem nigga, Paid in Full, money fallin from the ceiling
Everybody love a winner, she just wit me for the feeling

Hip hop most prolific, scientific, method to my madness
Blacks blasting back with apparatus that can split an atom
Even crack a planet, ain't no Captain Planet that can stand it.
Treat the booth just like its Dexter's Lab, computer
Whats the status (Hol' up)
Every time i write, flows folding space, my verse a Rosen bridge
Venture Klan in the lab, do the same shit Einstein Rosen did
Absolutely colder than spilled over liquid nitrogen
Zero degrees Kelvin, I'm like Melvin in yo mama crib
Dick reach yo mama ribs
After at the dinner table tell her son "I love yo mama ribs"
Because the walls are thin I think it bothers him
'Cause he hear it all
He hear the ahhhhh's
Hearing the rise in the action, the climax just happened
Orgasm comes after the fall

Hit my line, hit my jack, tell the homies im just chillin
We was grindin thru the winter, we just tryna make a killing
Harlem nigga, Paid in Full, money fallin from the ceiling
Everybody love a winner, she just wit me for the feeling
Hit my line, hit my jack, tell the homies im just chillin
We was grindin thru the winter, we just tryna make a killing
Harlem nigga, Paid in Full, money fallin from the ceiling
Everybody love a winner, she just wit me for the feeling