Player 2
Yeah
Shit
Gotta bring back the old nerd feel me?
Let's go!
Rhythm and poetic license
Rap, it was never like this
I'm appetizin' but this chicken ain't forever bitin'
They gotta eat bitch when we angry they don't never like it
See when the rabbit got the gun that's when it get excitin'
Hunger for more in they banks than 50 cent
Since a young buck was movin' their yayo to get correct
The hood glorify the shit they obtainin' 'cause it's a check
While we ignorin' all the niggas that they be sprayin' to death
Treatin' niggas like they roaches and raidin' the projects
Baddies gotta eat she give 'em a plate of the hot sex
So when the cops come she say, "That's my bad he don't pop text"
He pop this pussy ass he should keep his name like a lock next
So when the cops hit the block they don't get lock next
Angels fended for themselves look at these demons we protect
'Cause they quick to raise hell for a life that's Heaven sent
God complex when you don't care what actions affect
Force your son to live a life of sacrifice, Red Miranda rights
Get our bros together jumpin' niggas just to earn some stripes
Not takin' words of advice from any other person
I got hearses to put niggas in dispersing clips reversing life
Click full of alphas and omegas y'all are betas
You can check the Data ain't no one greater, y'all moves backwards like Player 2
That street fighter shit
Button mashin' versus niggas that know the command list
That's damaged, the answer like breakin' Jordan ankles
I crossed over while y'all take shots
Pour shots out for the lost soldiers
Apply the pressure to all the stars, today's Supernova
Bitch, I'm John Cena, y'all niggas got glaucoma
I pop shots to put all pops in a glock coma
The wordplay scrabble they minds, the crowd go nuts
Knocked a munchkin out, you bitch, now you a donut
Six or seven nines with the team, you know we got it sewn up
Shit
Damn, this nigga modder left with
He gotta stop the beat
He gotta stop the beat!
Ah
Hey, Neeks, it's your turn, nigga
But nigga modder really left, we gotta stop the beat, damn!
Fuck it, I got it, I'm about to do this shit, hol' up
Nerd, I'm out
Hol' up
Shit
Gotta bring back the old nerd feel me?
Let's go!
Rhythm and poetic license
Rap, it was never like this
I'm appetizin' but this chicken ain't forever bitin'
They gotta eat bitch when we angry they don't never like it
See when the rabbit got the gun that's when it get excitin'
Hunger for more in they banks than 50 cent
Since a young buck was movin' their yayo to get correct
The hood glorify the shit they obtainin' 'cause it's a check
While we ignorin' all the niggas that they be sprayin' to death
Treatin' niggas like they roaches and raidin' the projects
Baddies gotta eat she give 'em a plate of the hot sex
So when the cops come she say, "That's my bad he don't pop text"
He pop this pussy ass he should keep his name like a lock next
So when the cops hit the block they don't get lock next
Angels fended for themselves look at these demons we protect
'Cause they quick to raise hell for a life that's Heaven sent
God complex when you don't care what actions affect
Force your son to live a life of sacrifice, Red Miranda rights
Get our bros together jumpin' niggas just to earn some stripes
Not takin' words of advice from any other person
I got hearses to put niggas in dispersing clips reversing life
Click full of alphas and omegas y'all are betas
You can check the Data ain't no one greater, y'all moves backwards like Player 2
That street fighter shit
Button mashin' versus niggas that know the command list
That's damaged, the answer like breakin' Jordan ankles
I crossed over while y'all take shots
Pour shots out for the lost soldiers
Apply the pressure to all the stars, today's Supernova
Bitch, I'm John Cena, y'all niggas got glaucoma
I pop shots to put all pops in a glock coma
The wordplay scrabble they minds, the crowd go nuts
Knocked a munchkin out, you bitch, now you a donut
Six or seven nines with the team, you know we got it sewn up
Shit
Damn, this nigga modder left with
He gotta stop the beat
He gotta stop the beat!
Ah
Hey, Neeks, it's your turn, nigga
But nigga modder really left, we gotta stop the beat, damn!
Fuck it, I got it, I'm about to do this shit, hol' up
Nerd, I'm out
Hol' up
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Writer(s): Edward Swain
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