Switch Siders
Yall some switch siders
Can't spit unlegit rhymers
Do anything to get comas
You peach cobblers, got no honor
Yall some switch siders
Can't spit unlegit rhymers
Do anything to get comas
You peach cobblers, got no honor
We everywhere you nowhere, the streets never seen you
Street life is unfair the people don't believe you
Blow eighths down with my people
Hot box in a Buick Regal
Seen junkies smoking a pipe and others banging with needles
No willie's that sell you hype and brothers willing to feed you
So I stay above the water gotta soar like an eagle
Doing business with my equals by working we split it equal
Brick City we illegal yeah the home of deceitful
You rap clowns is comical
One uppercut will sit you up, yeah I promise you
The bars will have you off guard, you never know what Imma do
Yeah bring the goods out
You only outside cuz ya punk ass got put out
Playing hide and seek in the bushes with your foot out
Wack rappers ain't hard to find
Weak lines make it hard to rhyme
Same results you get all the time
It's all a con it's no shocker
I'm on the throne getting dome by the best topper
While the rest watch us, stop it you out of pocket
What, you want that fly shit then come to me
Want the grime shit, I promise dem no worry we
Me, TR rude boy never hurry
Dem better scurry
In the skillet with the curry
The wrist flurried
Ice it down then I wipe it down
Tripping thru the closet got it looking like a Nike Town
Scorching hot virgin wool Valentino sweater
Cooking niggas bout to throw these bitches in the Webber
It's Trilla, Trills, and Prince Ak (Jersey Gore)
Yall fronting with the music get ya LP shot
Silencer of the glock
Pop they never heard it
Crash while they swerving get your staff and your EP murdered
They wack they deserve it
We Hip Hop purging while they splurging
Smoke in the air cause a diversion, gun bursting
Shit so loud the earth jerking
Got the ground jumping, checking they self like they found something
Yall some switch siders
Can't spit unlegit rhymers
Do anything to get comas
You peach cobblers, got no honor
Yall some switch siders
Can't spit unlegit rhymers
Do anything to get comas
You peach cobblers, got no honor
Can't spit unlegit rhymers
Do anything to get comas
You peach cobblers, got no honor
Yall some switch siders
Can't spit unlegit rhymers
Do anything to get comas
You peach cobblers, got no honor
We everywhere you nowhere, the streets never seen you
Street life is unfair the people don't believe you
Blow eighths down with my people
Hot box in a Buick Regal
Seen junkies smoking a pipe and others banging with needles
No willie's that sell you hype and brothers willing to feed you
So I stay above the water gotta soar like an eagle
Doing business with my equals by working we split it equal
Brick City we illegal yeah the home of deceitful
You rap clowns is comical
One uppercut will sit you up, yeah I promise you
The bars will have you off guard, you never know what Imma do
Yeah bring the goods out
You only outside cuz ya punk ass got put out
Playing hide and seek in the bushes with your foot out
Wack rappers ain't hard to find
Weak lines make it hard to rhyme
Same results you get all the time
It's all a con it's no shocker
I'm on the throne getting dome by the best topper
While the rest watch us, stop it you out of pocket
What, you want that fly shit then come to me
Want the grime shit, I promise dem no worry we
Me, TR rude boy never hurry
Dem better scurry
In the skillet with the curry
The wrist flurried
Ice it down then I wipe it down
Tripping thru the closet got it looking like a Nike Town
Scorching hot virgin wool Valentino sweater
Cooking niggas bout to throw these bitches in the Webber
It's Trilla, Trills, and Prince Ak (Jersey Gore)
Yall fronting with the music get ya LP shot
Silencer of the glock
Pop they never heard it
Crash while they swerving get your staff and your EP murdered
They wack they deserve it
We Hip Hop purging while they splurging
Smoke in the air cause a diversion, gun bursting
Shit so loud the earth jerking
Got the ground jumping, checking they self like they found something
Yall some switch siders
Can't spit unlegit rhymers
Do anything to get comas
You peach cobblers, got no honor
Yall some switch siders
Can't spit unlegit rhymers
Do anything to get comas
You peach cobblers, got no honor
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Writer(s): Aaron Smith
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