28 Dubs
28 dubs in the zone
High contact getting' blown
Time to take this show on the road
This is just how the game goes
Let me talk my shit
Let me do it like this
I'ma spit my gift
I'ma make my hits
Everything hooked up proper
Roll up light my chopper
Loud smoke like an exhaust pipe
Corner store tee no off white
I'll take that Louis belt and I'll whip you with it
And I won't feel bad cause your dad should have did it
Lookin' like the Mack giving money to the children
Show you how to invest making money while we chillin'
Huntin' down the opposition like a price on 'em
I'ma do a human sacrifice on 'em
I'm on top of the pyramid, no stops no periods
Only commas and zeros and ain't concerned with appearances
My flow more dope than coke mixed with heroin
Inject through the beat and the rhyme when you hearin' it
Suckas wanna interfere with it, to their detriment
You don't put the work in, you don't get the benefit
Between me and mark it's no resemblance
The way I break it down and make it flip so effortless
28 dubs in the zone
High contact getting' blown
Time to take this show on the road
This is just how the game goes
Let me talk my shit
Let me do it like this
I'ma spit my gift
I'ma make my hits
Everything hooked up proper
Roll up light my chopper
Get low, baby got back like a Chevy
Know she gon' drop it cause that thing so heavy
Earthquake drills like back in elementary
Watch how it jiggle like homemade jelly
I'm only rhyming for fetti cause I'm respected already
The real ones fuckin' with me them, haters mad that they met me
I ain't never been lazy I hit the road and go get it
Dip and hit other cities, blazin' and paintin' my letters
Every year I get better despite the suckas' endeavors
On the mic they could never even come close to my level
If you wanted to battle, when the dust gon' settle
Lay you flat like a towel, they found you right where I left you
28 dubs in the zone
High contact getting' blown
Time to take this show on the road
This is just how the game goes
Let me talk my shit
Let me do it like this
I'ma spit my gift
I'ma make my hits
Everything hooked up proper
Roll up light my chopper
High contact getting' blown
Time to take this show on the road
This is just how the game goes
Let me talk my shit
Let me do it like this
I'ma spit my gift
I'ma make my hits
Everything hooked up proper
Roll up light my chopper
Loud smoke like an exhaust pipe
Corner store tee no off white
I'll take that Louis belt and I'll whip you with it
And I won't feel bad cause your dad should have did it
Lookin' like the Mack giving money to the children
Show you how to invest making money while we chillin'
Huntin' down the opposition like a price on 'em
I'ma do a human sacrifice on 'em
I'm on top of the pyramid, no stops no periods
Only commas and zeros and ain't concerned with appearances
My flow more dope than coke mixed with heroin
Inject through the beat and the rhyme when you hearin' it
Suckas wanna interfere with it, to their detriment
You don't put the work in, you don't get the benefit
Between me and mark it's no resemblance
The way I break it down and make it flip so effortless
28 dubs in the zone
High contact getting' blown
Time to take this show on the road
This is just how the game goes
Let me talk my shit
Let me do it like this
I'ma spit my gift
I'ma make my hits
Everything hooked up proper
Roll up light my chopper
Get low, baby got back like a Chevy
Know she gon' drop it cause that thing so heavy
Earthquake drills like back in elementary
Watch how it jiggle like homemade jelly
I'm only rhyming for fetti cause I'm respected already
The real ones fuckin' with me them, haters mad that they met me
I ain't never been lazy I hit the road and go get it
Dip and hit other cities, blazin' and paintin' my letters
Every year I get better despite the suckas' endeavors
On the mic they could never even come close to my level
If you wanted to battle, when the dust gon' settle
Lay you flat like a towel, they found you right where I left you
28 dubs in the zone
High contact getting' blown
Time to take this show on the road
This is just how the game goes
Let me talk my shit
Let me do it like this
I'ma spit my gift
I'ma make my hits
Everything hooked up proper
Roll up light my chopper
Credits
Writer(s): Ean Matthew Dawson
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