Paramedics
Let's go!
Word on the street is I'm hot on the beat
Anybody compete leave you prone to defeat
Coming for me I'm not in your league
Ain't balling for free
You want smoke ama give
Smoking on trees get high like a bird
Talking my shit leave you buried in a hearse
Fucking up some commas ama need to reimburse
When my tape drops i be killing every verse
Yea
Fuck what you heard
This off the top don't need to rehearse
I got a new chick big ass, nice curves
So I'm straight inna pussy got a nigga submerged
Straight inna pussy got a nigga submerged
Yea bars so sick somebody call a nurse
Yea what is you on?
I got all the load in the trunk
I'm popping my shit then I'm off
I don't need distractions at all
Cause and effect, it's up then it's stuck
Ran up a check and I'm coming for more
Look how I dress I'm as fresh as cologne
Your bitch on my dick
And she singing my song
And what she be saying yea
Word on the street is I'm hot on the beat
Anybody compete leave you prone to defeat
Coming for me I'm not in your league
Ain't balling for free
You want smoke ama give
Smoking on trees get high like a bird
Talking my shit leave you buried in a hearse
Fucking up some commas ama need to reimburse
When my tape drops i be killing every verse
What's today's mathematics?
Leave casualties when I step to the mic
Woe! Woah! Woah!
Keep switching the code on them
Lay the lingo
Wounded but not dead yet
Bleedin' but not drained yet
Dealt with by the wrong hands
My scars are proof N livin' testament
Strong-willed with no hefty chest
Head to head with the best of them
Step to me and get laid with them
In the ring with me you can barely hang
My flow elegant
Da Vinci code, do I make you scared?
The bull is here guess my zodiac?
Mere dreams with no solid help
James Harden with no extra step
Kunta Kinte with a heart of gold
In a cold world with a stubborn head
Yeah!
Been around more smoke than a ashtray
Yeaaahhh!
Sobered up like its Ash Wednesday
Before I compose N' spit a verse
Before I spit a verse
Your heart already jammed
Cardiac bars with a nasty swag
Fix your tone when you call me out
Busta rhyme with a tech nine tongue
Blind your eyes with this midnight storm
Run along like a mama's boy
One on one you don't want no war
Swear these cats ain't ready yet
If the paramedics on the way out?
I suggest boy, that you call 'em back
Word on the street is I'm hot on the beat
Anybody compete leave you prone to defeat
Coming for me I'm not in your league
Ain't balling for free
You want smoke ama give
Smoking on trees get high like a bird
Talking my shit leave you buried in a hearse
Fucking up some commas ama need to reimburse
When my tape drops i be killing every verse
Yea
Fuck what you heard
This off the top don't need to rehearse
I got a new chick big ass, nice curves
So I'm straight inna pussy got a nigga submerged
Straight inna pussy got a nigga submerged
Yea bars so sick somebody call a nurse
Yea what is you on?
I got all the load in the trunk
I'm popping my shit then I'm off
I don't need distractions at all
Cause and effect, it's up then it's stuck
Ran up a check and I'm coming for more
Look how I dress I'm as fresh as cologne
Your bitch on my dick
And she singing my song
And what she be saying yea
Word on the street is I'm hot on the beat
Anybody compete leave you prone to defeat
Coming for me I'm not in your league
Ain't balling for free
You want smoke ama give
Smoking on trees get high like a bird
Talking my shit leave you buried in a hearse
Fucking up some commas ama need to reimburse
When my tape drops i be killing every verse
What's today's mathematics?
Leave casualties when I step to the mic
Woe! Woah! Woah!
Keep switching the code on them
Lay the lingo
Wounded but not dead yet
Bleedin' but not drained yet
Dealt with by the wrong hands
My scars are proof N livin' testament
Strong-willed with no hefty chest
Head to head with the best of them
Step to me and get laid with them
In the ring with me you can barely hang
My flow elegant
Da Vinci code, do I make you scared?
The bull is here guess my zodiac?
Mere dreams with no solid help
James Harden with no extra step
Kunta Kinte with a heart of gold
In a cold world with a stubborn head
Yeah!
Been around more smoke than a ashtray
Yeaaahhh!
Sobered up like its Ash Wednesday
Before I compose N' spit a verse
Before I spit a verse
Your heart already jammed
Cardiac bars with a nasty swag
Fix your tone when you call me out
Busta rhyme with a tech nine tongue
Blind your eyes with this midnight storm
Run along like a mama's boy
One on one you don't want no war
Swear these cats ain't ready yet
If the paramedics on the way out?
I suggest boy, that you call 'em back
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Writer(s): Oluwaseun Ige
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