Ripley

You get more than a bruise if the dude throw hands
I knew those landed when I heard the boom go blam
Ain't out the blue
Walking with it in my shoe so scram
If I'm fucking up in the booth
This a true romance
I'm finna land one right on the button
It's nothing to me to break shit down for people
Who gon jam
Smooth though I rock crowds in a sumo stance
A blue note fan
The dukes on a new program
You know
How I tend to bar out in the building
It's fuck how you feel if you doubt imma kill em
I paint the whole wall
Said straight up appalled you a g
I'm hot he's one star out of the billions
For real
Get cracked with a blunt object
If you want smoke
Then it's gonna be one hot mess
Come on let's see the hands high
Win it by a landslide
Every damn time a young buck got next
You can get it how you want it
I take it to the limit and break it
Live it like I got a minute til' I call it
Fuck the politicking
God I'm on some shit
I get it shaking
Gotta take it in
Count up my winnings and cut my losses
This is not a drill
This is not a practice run
You ain't half of the man that I was
Before I had enough
Back it up
Shit can get disastrous
I was born with it but it's still unnatural as Gattaca
I could make blood leak from a rock
Even if I'm bleeding with it and you leave me to rot
I come back as a zombie
Brush the dirt up off me
I got me the type of body you can't keep in a box
Even if I'm by myself
One deep in the spot
Even if nobody had a decent reason to watch
I still rip the microphone until the speakers are hot
They need to put my picture in
Ripley's Believe It or Not



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Writer(s): Jacob Wise
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