INMYWAY!
Live from 215, we coming at you straight from Philadelphia, you know what it is man
Today we got one of the best rapppers that's killing the game right now, he's been doing his thing
Y'all already know Kobana baby
I go M.I.A, why you in my way (woah), puffin on the loud like I'm really from Jamaica (yessuh)
I've been off the percs, so I really cannot wake up, he gon cut the corners, so he don't gotta face us
Baby you can't talk when you ugly with some make up
I know people who could put you in a casket
Every time I shoot my shot, that shi a basket, shi gon get ugly like my last chick
Yeah yeah I'm petty stop asking, he gon need the medication, please just get the aspirin
He got like five minutes of the fame, he a has been, I don't want that chick everyone done had it
Killing all these beats is a habit, uh he don't a bag, he doing broke shit, I'm not like you niggas, got my own shit
Yuh she don't got a man, she doing hoe shit, got some sticks, Imma push you to the side
Feel like Kyrie how I'm passing out these dimes (crowd noises)
I go M.I.A, why you in my way (woah), puffin on the loud like I'm really from Jamaica (yessuh)
I've been off the percs, so I really cannot wake up, he gon cut the corners, so he don't gotta face us
Baby you can't talk when you ugly with some make up, I know people who could put you in a casket
Every time I shoot my shot, that shi a basket, shi gon get ugly like my last chick, ye ye I'm petty, stop asking
Today we got one of the best rapppers that's killing the game right now, he's been doing his thing
Y'all already know Kobana baby
I go M.I.A, why you in my way (woah), puffin on the loud like I'm really from Jamaica (yessuh)
I've been off the percs, so I really cannot wake up, he gon cut the corners, so he don't gotta face us
Baby you can't talk when you ugly with some make up
I know people who could put you in a casket
Every time I shoot my shot, that shi a basket, shi gon get ugly like my last chick
Yeah yeah I'm petty stop asking, he gon need the medication, please just get the aspirin
He got like five minutes of the fame, he a has been, I don't want that chick everyone done had it
Killing all these beats is a habit, uh he don't a bag, he doing broke shit, I'm not like you niggas, got my own shit
Yuh she don't got a man, she doing hoe shit, got some sticks, Imma push you to the side
Feel like Kyrie how I'm passing out these dimes (crowd noises)
I go M.I.A, why you in my way (woah), puffin on the loud like I'm really from Jamaica (yessuh)
I've been off the percs, so I really cannot wake up, he gon cut the corners, so he don't gotta face us
Baby you can't talk when you ugly with some make up, I know people who could put you in a casket
Every time I shoot my shot, that shi a basket, shi gon get ugly like my last chick, ye ye I'm petty, stop asking
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Writer(s): Kiamuya Mazama
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