Speechless (feat. Raquel)
Ayo
This yo boy Busta Rhymes
The general
The conglomerate movement
Live & Direct
Y'all already know what it is
You know what I do
Let's get straight to it
SIREN, SIREN got a banger called Speechless, like
We gon get straight to the fucking fact
Speechless? Banger
SIREN? SUPER Artist
Let's get to the motherfucking hero
Ain't no more long talking left to do
Got 'em
OK Trey
Funds under mattress
I Got the bed flipping
Same pair of 1s
Can't walk the Myles
Cause I step different
Pillow talking
They pussy willow walking
Banging on my gang'll have you in a coffin
Playing with gang'll get you wrote up
Whispering, dissing, n hissing
None of that bitching gon get you noticed
I'll cull it short
Straight to the point
Split 'em in half, had to fold em
We mixing our lean, up with the soda
Spitting I'm sick and
Now watch me throw up
They puffin on quiet
We blow the strongest marijuana
We know ya want it
Selling KDs for 35
5-0 to the opponents
Everybody live through their moment
Breaking point, Separation
Turnt 2 components
Which direction
Can't even see where I'm going
All I know is I'm tryna bust a move with my rhymes
Cuz this my moment, this is my, this is my
Physical plane
I'm on some other shit
Shroom bar it got me 1 up
I'm on the mother ship
Don't bother me
I'm on big brother shit
Sean Connery cuz I'm double 006
Grinding till I'm in coffin
Out the mud n stix
Double my part, they call me Moses
I spit em a bar then they missed me
Now they notice, huh
We wrote 'em, then they got the notice
Said I, I
Knowing they'll judge me
Don't know me
Posted I'm up by my lonely
Couldn't stick with me, I noted
Wouldn't ride with me, they rode me
Uh
Hopped on just one of my waves
365 types takin em one at a day
Stuck to my path then the distractors
Quite imminent entered right backwards
They middle class Masters tryna muddy the way
Put out they hands
Because they wanted the pay
Not cause they wanted to stay
So now there's nothing to say
So now there's nothing to say
Ran of out words
Because there's nothing to say
Give a damn what they heard
They always running away
They always running away
They always running away
This yo boy Busta Rhymes
The general
The conglomerate movement
Live & Direct
Y'all already know what it is
You know what I do
Let's get straight to it
SIREN, SIREN got a banger called Speechless, like
We gon get straight to the fucking fact
Speechless? Banger
SIREN? SUPER Artist
Let's get to the motherfucking hero
Ain't no more long talking left to do
Got 'em
OK Trey
Funds under mattress
I Got the bed flipping
Same pair of 1s
Can't walk the Myles
Cause I step different
Pillow talking
They pussy willow walking
Banging on my gang'll have you in a coffin
Playing with gang'll get you wrote up
Whispering, dissing, n hissing
None of that bitching gon get you noticed
I'll cull it short
Straight to the point
Split 'em in half, had to fold em
We mixing our lean, up with the soda
Spitting I'm sick and
Now watch me throw up
They puffin on quiet
We blow the strongest marijuana
We know ya want it
Selling KDs for 35
5-0 to the opponents
Everybody live through their moment
Breaking point, Separation
Turnt 2 components
Which direction
Can't even see where I'm going
All I know is I'm tryna bust a move with my rhymes
Cuz this my moment, this is my, this is my
Physical plane
I'm on some other shit
Shroom bar it got me 1 up
I'm on the mother ship
Don't bother me
I'm on big brother shit
Sean Connery cuz I'm double 006
Grinding till I'm in coffin
Out the mud n stix
Double my part, they call me Moses
I spit em a bar then they missed me
Now they notice, huh
We wrote 'em, then they got the notice
Said I, I
Knowing they'll judge me
Don't know me
Posted I'm up by my lonely
Couldn't stick with me, I noted
Wouldn't ride with me, they rode me
Uh
Hopped on just one of my waves
365 types takin em one at a day
Stuck to my path then the distractors
Quite imminent entered right backwards
They middle class Masters tryna muddy the way
Put out they hands
Because they wanted the pay
Not cause they wanted to stay
So now there's nothing to say
So now there's nothing to say
Ran of out words
Because there's nothing to say
Give a damn what they heard
They always running away
They always running away
They always running away
Credits
Writer(s): Myles Jarman
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