Moondogg
Run it back project housing
Used to walk to school freestyling
Got the walkman on I need it louder
Moondog he the best word up
If you don't know about Pun you Don't know nun
Got the shit from the homey count it Up
16 lines you don't need to write
Just talk from the heart watch ya Flow get nice
I'm me you you be you
I don't know what you on about Dude
Can't knock it til you try tell the Truth
Maybe you can be the best that could Ever do it
Say again what's that like slim shady
Got me cussin' out laughing you crazy
Who the fuck is you talking to
Me
I'm getting licks every opportunity
Probably be a Dr or some shit
I didn't wanna be rapper fuck this
You rhyme I be the shooter yo
My vibe up in the studio
Still the same all day blitszworld
Parma court motherfucker let's get to work
See me doing what I can for the big Bro
I been said I got this shit for real tho
I'm good like that yeah
Wait till I find where you at
For real tho
I be right back yeah told you I got This shit
For real tho
I'm good like that yeah
Wait till I find where you at
For real tho
I be right back yeah I told you I got This shit
For real tho
Truthfully I was at a fork in the road
I was gonna leave it alone
Quit this shit for I lose my soul
Do or die dreams with a heart full of Gold
Close my eyes I see what you don't
In too deep making too much dough
Shit don't stop I'm straight yousa hoe
Shit don't stop I'm straight yousa hoe
Yo for real though peep it through the Window
Michael Myers still smoking indo
With the same old blade I sharpen it Bro
Doing my thing go start the vehicle
Catch you in a hot minute they don't Know who did it
I ain't even worried bout it minding My business
Sticking to the script and it's killing these bitches
Said I'm doing my thing I'm showing Y'all niggaz
Check it bread for the verse that I Kick
Dip from the hearse to the whip
Been through the worst you could think
And you don't know the half of the Shit
Get the guns do the math after ya dig
Truthfully I was at a fork in the road
I was gonna leave it alone
In too deep making too much dough
Homicide dreams with a heart full of Gold
I'm good like that yeah
Wait till I find where you at
For real tho
I be right back yeah told you I got This shit
For real tho
I'm good like that yeah
Wait till I find where you at
For real tho
I be right back yeah I told you I got This shit
For real tho
Good like that yo I told you bitch
What you gon do when you can't do Shit
Still probly thinking and saying the Same thing
But you and I know you couldn't Survive this
For real though I ain't for the lies you With
Real ones know who the writer is Admit it
Soon as I die I be chilling with the Greats
The day you go you in hell with Snakes
Cut the bullshit enjoy whats left
Gotta wait yo turn give a fuck who Next
Everybody on the same shit, what I Miss
What the fuck happened to this Game we in
Shame on you lame motherfuckers
You got yo fame off the work of Another
All that paper it's blood from ya Brother
Talk about pain everybody else Suffered yo
Take it to the grave I wait for the day I hope it's today
Straight up get clapped with the mic Don't wake up
Got you right in my sights say some
I'm good like that run it back
Take it to the grave I wait for the day
I'm good like that run it back
Get clapped with the Mic I see you at The wake
I'm good like that yeah
Wait till I find where you at
For real tho
I be right back yeah told you I got This shit
For real tho
I'm good like that yeah
Wait till I find where you at
For real tho
I be right back yeah I told you I got This shit
For real tho
Used to walk to school freestyling
Got the walkman on I need it louder
Moondog he the best word up
If you don't know about Pun you Don't know nun
Got the shit from the homey count it Up
16 lines you don't need to write
Just talk from the heart watch ya Flow get nice
I'm me you you be you
I don't know what you on about Dude
Can't knock it til you try tell the Truth
Maybe you can be the best that could Ever do it
Say again what's that like slim shady
Got me cussin' out laughing you crazy
Who the fuck is you talking to
Me
I'm getting licks every opportunity
Probably be a Dr or some shit
I didn't wanna be rapper fuck this
You rhyme I be the shooter yo
My vibe up in the studio
Still the same all day blitszworld
Parma court motherfucker let's get to work
See me doing what I can for the big Bro
I been said I got this shit for real tho
I'm good like that yeah
Wait till I find where you at
For real tho
I be right back yeah told you I got This shit
For real tho
I'm good like that yeah
Wait till I find where you at
For real tho
I be right back yeah I told you I got This shit
For real tho
Truthfully I was at a fork in the road
I was gonna leave it alone
Quit this shit for I lose my soul
Do or die dreams with a heart full of Gold
Close my eyes I see what you don't
In too deep making too much dough
Shit don't stop I'm straight yousa hoe
Shit don't stop I'm straight yousa hoe
Yo for real though peep it through the Window
Michael Myers still smoking indo
With the same old blade I sharpen it Bro
Doing my thing go start the vehicle
Catch you in a hot minute they don't Know who did it
I ain't even worried bout it minding My business
Sticking to the script and it's killing these bitches
Said I'm doing my thing I'm showing Y'all niggaz
Check it bread for the verse that I Kick
Dip from the hearse to the whip
Been through the worst you could think
And you don't know the half of the Shit
Get the guns do the math after ya dig
Truthfully I was at a fork in the road
I was gonna leave it alone
In too deep making too much dough
Homicide dreams with a heart full of Gold
I'm good like that yeah
Wait till I find where you at
For real tho
I be right back yeah told you I got This shit
For real tho
I'm good like that yeah
Wait till I find where you at
For real tho
I be right back yeah I told you I got This shit
For real tho
Good like that yo I told you bitch
What you gon do when you can't do Shit
Still probly thinking and saying the Same thing
But you and I know you couldn't Survive this
For real though I ain't for the lies you With
Real ones know who the writer is Admit it
Soon as I die I be chilling with the Greats
The day you go you in hell with Snakes
Cut the bullshit enjoy whats left
Gotta wait yo turn give a fuck who Next
Everybody on the same shit, what I Miss
What the fuck happened to this Game we in
Shame on you lame motherfuckers
You got yo fame off the work of Another
All that paper it's blood from ya Brother
Talk about pain everybody else Suffered yo
Take it to the grave I wait for the day I hope it's today
Straight up get clapped with the mic Don't wake up
Got you right in my sights say some
I'm good like that run it back
Take it to the grave I wait for the day
I'm good like that run it back
Get clapped with the Mic I see you at The wake
I'm good like that yeah
Wait till I find where you at
For real tho
I be right back yeah told you I got This shit
For real tho
I'm good like that yeah
Wait till I find where you at
For real tho
I be right back yeah I told you I got This shit
For real tho
Credits
Writer(s): Mikiyil Jeddi
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