DROP KICK

Yo, this new mic smells chemicals
I saw you siphoning boy take off that gas cap
Empty tank now I'm filling shit up for my last lap
My grip is tightening fast, disrespect for the craft
You on the phone tryna escape but we got the wiretapped
We make strategic moves, we gon catch you cheating too
I'm often forgetful, so this life is something else to lose
Alibis, excuses won't do, I'm one for two
Fucks wrong with you? Fucks wrong witcha
We cut ties here boy
Forgot my lines, used to improvise lies
Until that drip dry, I never been high bitch, or have I?
Lately, I been in the dark I had to clarify
We all working on getting out, I'm still terrified
I slipped on the poison, I had to detoxify
Until then I'll keep watch, with my third eye
Hits on my archive, bitch I'm the worst guy
She wanted me, I told that bitch she's on standby

I push whips, that's some good shit, bitch
I'm hood rich
Got cars with hood ornaments, then I floor it
You sorta lit
I'm the coda that takes you back to the chorus kid
Never forget because I'm never missed
Godzilla on the skyscraper shit
Used to rap about the mild acres
Now I'm sipping high flavors with a lightsaber on a Las Vegas strip
Fuck
Hold your claps, savor it
Hold me back, I'm made for this

Tryna hold me down like that nigga Navy
Grow from my mistakes like I'm Wolf Haley
Cloud above me and it's always raining
Jeans cuffed, hands cuffed, clouds tryna chain me
Tryna fight back but my fists shaky
From all the weight on my shoulders, how I been lately
Fuck it, push through it even tho it's hazy
Get to the top, breaking banks straight out the 80s
Bitch, bitch

Straight out the 80s
You know you my baby
I got all this time all this
All these niggas acting so shady
I don't really fuck with yall, I don't really fuck with yall
That's my dog, imma fuck with yall
I don't fuck at all, like a virgin
I don't fuck with y'all like a virgin



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Writer(s): Wilson Hunter
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