Comin' Thru The Stereo (feat. Hyro The Hero)
I am in my own lane, you and me are not the same
You're a pain in the ass, I'm a major pain to the brain
In my old age, I'll be pimping with my cane
Big gold rope chain, flossing in the hall of fame
Yeah, I wanna be the G.O.A.T., better be cautious, don't approach
Something like a magic show, all this fire in my throat, ha
No Barnum & Bailey, but I am crazy, I got two sides like Slim Shady
If you fuck around, then it's rock-a-bye baby, I'm amazing
Prepared for any occasion, ready for any situation
I comes out with guns blazing
I'm chilling, I ain't chasing, complex, never basic
That sound in the background is me in my spaceship
I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Keep going till I drop, till the hands on the clock run out
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Straight out the gate, got them bodies dropping
Ain't no grave that can hold my coffin
I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Turn off the television, turn up the stereo
We've got some dead motherfuckers, Hyro on the radio
And I ain't here to cash a check, ain't no ice on my neck
I'm here collecting bodies, everybody hit the fucking deck
I'll crack a head and crack a smile, what the fuck? It's been a while
Dead man walking, what's another fucking mile?
Talk that shit, but cop the style, check me out, check the file
A perfect ten on that dial, all you bitches in denial
I'll keep digging graves 'cause that's just what I do
Got some Jack, feeling brave, yes, that's a 100 proof
You're dropping bombs, I'm dropping nukes, and I'm probably dropping two
And if you're fucking breathing dirt, this song's about you
I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Keep going till I drop, till the hands on the clock run out
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Straight out the gate, got them bodies dropping
Ain't no grave that can hold my coffin
I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Someone here is gonna have to let you know
This is my time, and it's etched in stone
If you bow down, then I'll bless your soul
I'm the ghost inside of your stereo
Someone here is gonna have to let you know
This is my time, and it's etched in stone
If you bow down, then I'll bless your soul
I'm the ghost inside of your stereo
I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Keep going till I drop, till the hands on the clock run out
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Straight out the gate, got them bodies dropping
Ain't no grave that can hold my coffin
I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
You're a pain in the ass, I'm a major pain to the brain
In my old age, I'll be pimping with my cane
Big gold rope chain, flossing in the hall of fame
Yeah, I wanna be the G.O.A.T., better be cautious, don't approach
Something like a magic show, all this fire in my throat, ha
No Barnum & Bailey, but I am crazy, I got two sides like Slim Shady
If you fuck around, then it's rock-a-bye baby, I'm amazing
Prepared for any occasion, ready for any situation
I comes out with guns blazing
I'm chilling, I ain't chasing, complex, never basic
That sound in the background is me in my spaceship
I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Keep going till I drop, till the hands on the clock run out
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Straight out the gate, got them bodies dropping
Ain't no grave that can hold my coffin
I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Turn off the television, turn up the stereo
We've got some dead motherfuckers, Hyro on the radio
And I ain't here to cash a check, ain't no ice on my neck
I'm here collecting bodies, everybody hit the fucking deck
I'll crack a head and crack a smile, what the fuck? It's been a while
Dead man walking, what's another fucking mile?
Talk that shit, but cop the style, check me out, check the file
A perfect ten on that dial, all you bitches in denial
I'll keep digging graves 'cause that's just what I do
Got some Jack, feeling brave, yes, that's a 100 proof
You're dropping bombs, I'm dropping nukes, and I'm probably dropping two
And if you're fucking breathing dirt, this song's about you
I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Keep going till I drop, till the hands on the clock run out
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Straight out the gate, got them bodies dropping
Ain't no grave that can hold my coffin
I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Someone here is gonna have to let you know
This is my time, and it's etched in stone
If you bow down, then I'll bless your soul
I'm the ghost inside of your stereo
Someone here is gonna have to let you know
This is my time, and it's etched in stone
If you bow down, then I'll bless your soul
I'm the ghost inside of your stereo
I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Keep going till I drop, till the hands on the clock run out
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Straight out the gate, got them bodies dropping
Ain't no grave that can hold my coffin
I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now
Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Credits
Writer(s): Jorel Decker, Jordon Kristopher Terrell, George Arthur Ragan, Hyron Fenton, Daniel Murillo, Dylan Peter Alvarez
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