Dirty Harry
Smoke it up and they switching the flavors
I ain't the one to smoke but it smell like Now or Laters
My niggas think my mood switched I'm flawless, shit
Fixing the errors
Pushing button combinations you're fucked nigga I'm Raiden, yeah
I'm faster than lightening but not a sprinter
Running relays this is just a give me cause I'm always up first place, shit
Feeling complacent, uhm
I'm never high, I'm never too low
Nothing satisfies me if I'm driving need a two door
Plus two more
Only for the kids I need a few doors to open my flow is potent regardless
I outshine rappers on beats this what a star is
Try harder my nigga
I be throwing darts on top of darts the art of a pitcher I'm painting well
This isn't Regal for motion pictures
A nigga feel medieval act illegal when God is missing
I'm feeling like I'm Curry the way I'm feeding y'all Bible scriptures, I'm chef made
Automatic when the threes made
Niggas filleting but you know this ain't a mistake
Niggas keep playing cause we don't cut away for replays, the God
Two stepping in these Nik' checks
And I ain't place a pen to write yet I'm feeling righteous
Niggas always say they got the heat to make the speakers blow
I just carry heat to make these stupid niggas tippy toe, self-made
Stool pigeons get they tooth missing from the pool stick end
Move hitting we just move different recluse from dealing with you goose niggas
Spitting loose scriptures who did it dirtier than Harry play your role
Well I'm the all-star shooting guard
The underground superstar
The difference between myself and these rap niggas
Is that I'm probably in a newer car
Finna take it super far
Dicking down a cuter broad
In the game I'm too involved
Slicker than a can of oil while dripping off penny loafers
Heart of a lion militant mind state of any soldier
If you don't know well then they should've told you
Whoever sleeping on me please hand them niggas a cup of Folgers
The best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup
They say my shit out of this world man a nigga so solar
I got plenty of sons but I ain't been pushing no strollers
A nigga so colder like ten below Fahrenheit
In the booth I choose violence on a random night
Spend the wheel of fortune like I'm Vanna White
And I don't even demand the hype
Niggas copy the drip but never wear it right
Dinero be that nigga never slipping on my pumping
Funny thing is
You think that's really money that y'all getting
Y'all tripping
Stool pigeons get they tooth missing from the pool stick end
Move hitting we just move different recluse from dealing with you goose niggas
Spitting loose scriptures who did it dirtier than Harry play your role
Or the tool shifting
Aiming coming straight up at your door
Leave your crew missing my platoon wit it
Never scared to doing it the most
Poppin pouring up some moe till my cup runneth over
I never sold, or sell myself shorter than my pinkie toe
Even if them labels talking paper shit I'll never fold
Less it's beneficial to my image and my moral code
Got my soldiers with me when together ain't no terror dome
We raising hell, till my folks prevail and take over the globe
Gee$ gon let them know
D gon let them know
Munee gon let them know
Anytime the trumpet blow
This that revelations flow
Beginning to the end
Ain't no saving y'all no miracles
When you in a jam fuck
Let me hear that
I ain't the one to smoke but it smell like Now or Laters
My niggas think my mood switched I'm flawless, shit
Fixing the errors
Pushing button combinations you're fucked nigga I'm Raiden, yeah
I'm faster than lightening but not a sprinter
Running relays this is just a give me cause I'm always up first place, shit
Feeling complacent, uhm
I'm never high, I'm never too low
Nothing satisfies me if I'm driving need a two door
Plus two more
Only for the kids I need a few doors to open my flow is potent regardless
I outshine rappers on beats this what a star is
Try harder my nigga
I be throwing darts on top of darts the art of a pitcher I'm painting well
This isn't Regal for motion pictures
A nigga feel medieval act illegal when God is missing
I'm feeling like I'm Curry the way I'm feeding y'all Bible scriptures, I'm chef made
Automatic when the threes made
Niggas filleting but you know this ain't a mistake
Niggas keep playing cause we don't cut away for replays, the God
Two stepping in these Nik' checks
And I ain't place a pen to write yet I'm feeling righteous
Niggas always say they got the heat to make the speakers blow
I just carry heat to make these stupid niggas tippy toe, self-made
Stool pigeons get they tooth missing from the pool stick end
Move hitting we just move different recluse from dealing with you goose niggas
Spitting loose scriptures who did it dirtier than Harry play your role
Well I'm the all-star shooting guard
The underground superstar
The difference between myself and these rap niggas
Is that I'm probably in a newer car
Finna take it super far
Dicking down a cuter broad
In the game I'm too involved
Slicker than a can of oil while dripping off penny loafers
Heart of a lion militant mind state of any soldier
If you don't know well then they should've told you
Whoever sleeping on me please hand them niggas a cup of Folgers
The best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup
They say my shit out of this world man a nigga so solar
I got plenty of sons but I ain't been pushing no strollers
A nigga so colder like ten below Fahrenheit
In the booth I choose violence on a random night
Spend the wheel of fortune like I'm Vanna White
And I don't even demand the hype
Niggas copy the drip but never wear it right
Dinero be that nigga never slipping on my pumping
Funny thing is
You think that's really money that y'all getting
Y'all tripping
Stool pigeons get they tooth missing from the pool stick end
Move hitting we just move different recluse from dealing with you goose niggas
Spitting loose scriptures who did it dirtier than Harry play your role
Or the tool shifting
Aiming coming straight up at your door
Leave your crew missing my platoon wit it
Never scared to doing it the most
Poppin pouring up some moe till my cup runneth over
I never sold, or sell myself shorter than my pinkie toe
Even if them labels talking paper shit I'll never fold
Less it's beneficial to my image and my moral code
Got my soldiers with me when together ain't no terror dome
We raising hell, till my folks prevail and take over the globe
Gee$ gon let them know
D gon let them know
Munee gon let them know
Anytime the trumpet blow
This that revelations flow
Beginning to the end
Ain't no saving y'all no miracles
When you in a jam fuck
Let me hear that
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Writer(s): Deangelo Edmond
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