STREETFIGHTER
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Eagle
Aye
The real one
Aye
I just checked the stats, we pound for pound
Just checked the stats, we jawn for jawn
She see me in person, I hit it, that shawty won't leave me alone
Somebody tell 'em boys, they need me in one of they songs
Don't play with my money this year
I'm saving that shit for my daughter
Feeling like Weezy '08, my feet up I'm bumping Tha Carter
They know that Eagle the goat, but this one is not for the slaughter
Flew 'cross the boarders
We let the lil' boys drive, yeah and I'm coming in harder
This right here is the fire starter
I got the cross on me, say that our Father
I let my hair grow long, then I put the DNA in my songs
You let the beat breathe, do you wrong
Don't need a platinum' plaque to say I'm gone
I got the Bape on me, huh
That means young Eagle just went Kong, uh
They none of my friends, I can't make amends
Come get your hoe, she drive like a Benz
I don't split cream, I only split spleens
I come through the back, I leave out the front
You know that's a scene, I'm living my dream
I'm balling like Zinedine (Yeah)
They can never catch me, I'm out in Paris with the fiends
I just checked the stats, we pound for pound
Just checked the stats, we jawn for jawn
I'm shooting my shot, Lebron Lebron
I got that cheese up, that's parmesan
I came out the gate, niggas is late, we made 'em wait
Gemini went ape
Steppin' on, steppin' on shit, mh
That's pressure
We been fly since we used to cop kicks at Shesha, no Kezar
Used to ride grey with Weza, tryna tell ya
Aye
Aye
Eagle
Aye
The real one
Aye
I just checked the stats, we pound for pound
Just checked the stats, we jawn for jawn
She see me in person, I hit it, that shawty won't leave me alone
Somebody tell 'em boys, they need me in one of they songs
Don't play with my money this year
I'm saving that shit for my daughter
Feeling like Weezy '08, my feet up I'm bumping Tha Carter
They know that Eagle the goat, but this one is not for the slaughter
Flew 'cross the boarders
We let the lil' boys drive, yeah and I'm coming in harder
This right here is the fire starter
I got the cross on me, say that our Father
I let my hair grow long, then I put the DNA in my songs
You let the beat breathe, do you wrong
Don't need a platinum' plaque to say I'm gone
I got the Bape on me, huh
That means young Eagle just went Kong, uh
They none of my friends, I can't make amends
Come get your hoe, she drive like a Benz
I don't split cream, I only split spleens
I come through the back, I leave out the front
You know that's a scene, I'm living my dream
I'm balling like Zinedine (Yeah)
They can never catch me, I'm out in Paris with the fiends
I just checked the stats, we pound for pound
Just checked the stats, we jawn for jawn
I'm shooting my shot, Lebron Lebron
I got that cheese up, that's parmesan
I came out the gate, niggas is late, we made 'em wait
Gemini went ape
Steppin' on, steppin' on shit, mh
That's pressure
We been fly since we used to cop kicks at Shesha, no Kezar
Used to ride grey with Weza, tryna tell ya
Credits
Writer(s): Shane Patrick Hughes, Keith Karimi Wanjiru
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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