I'm Not Playin
I just be making all these bitches shake
Like "look who just came"
I got such a clear vision
But still need some new frames
Everyone steps up to Crispi
Just know that I put them to shame
There nothing really to change so
I want to make a new game
I need to make a new console
Spend time with a bitch need a new one tomorrow
In the whip hitting the throttle
Miscreants come out too dangerous in Autumn
Don't fuck with me is my motto
And I mean it so I recommend you follow
You got to watch where your stepping
Cause I fucked around and just spilt the whole bottle
Got to stop catching you slipping
Found out its your girl that in dicking
Put her in the Benz and I'm whipping
So Who made this beat you know Crisp did
Produced all these tracks and I killed it
We fuck under any condition
Even if it's with about six other bitches
I'm always gon' listen to guidance even if its Lynch's
I'm not a farmer but take care of my chickens
You know I make my own beats
Using them by any means
At shows I'll be making a scene
So go ahead sit down take a seat
We spreading all the kerosene
Ignite it then leaving the scene
I know you think I'm being mean
But I'm in charge of this shit I'm the dean
This aint a fuckin
Game
I pull back the clip
Bang
It better go my
Way
I do not care what they
Say
Don't care about my
Name
Pull out the stick
Spray
This aint no fucking
Game
You better not think I was
Playing
One for the money this one for the show
Overcoat on
Dressed up head to toe
You can get to blow me but you'll never get to know me
I don't need a soul I need a shoe shiner who can shine the sole my shoe
I'm using you as a steppingstone
I step then go on my way
You thought I would play
No not today
Just for saying that I might have to adjust your face
No customization
I run in guns blazing
I rush for the safe and then take it
You thought it was safe
(Entertaining) That's priceless
Like the price of blood diamonds a life or either side A or B of the Miscreants vinyl
Or even half the CD
Cause really we can't stream it
Or the purpose is defeated
I learned how to speak as a result of writing lyrics
And rapping happened in between
Me and Crisp make a team but if you could split that seam
You'd see we're not all that different now wouldn't it seem
I get relieved when I'm embraced and received in a positive light
In light of the type of lyrics that I write
We wait 'til the night
I rush in your house at nine
Never mind I've decided on buying a firebomb
To prime while I'm typing out my very last bar
To make sure it lasts when I'm gone
I pull out a match and it spark
But the bomb!
This track is far too fire for to not set it off
I can smoke anything you can give me
And eat up every bar
While they pass through my kidneys
This all goes to my head and it makes me feel tipsy
But that's just how you feel I guess when you're rolling with Crispi
I'll turn your bro to bones if he talk about popping like Jiffy
I got a lock on the glock it'll only pop if I shot
But If I cannot
I got the key to throw to Crispi to (Brr Brr)
This aint a fuckin
Game
I pull back the clip
Bang
It better go my
Way
I do not care what they
Say
Don't care about my
Name
Pull out the stick
Spray
This aint no fucking
Game
You better not think I was
Playing
Like "look who just came"
I got such a clear vision
But still need some new frames
Everyone steps up to Crispi
Just know that I put them to shame
There nothing really to change so
I want to make a new game
I need to make a new console
Spend time with a bitch need a new one tomorrow
In the whip hitting the throttle
Miscreants come out too dangerous in Autumn
Don't fuck with me is my motto
And I mean it so I recommend you follow
You got to watch where your stepping
Cause I fucked around and just spilt the whole bottle
Got to stop catching you slipping
Found out its your girl that in dicking
Put her in the Benz and I'm whipping
So Who made this beat you know Crisp did
Produced all these tracks and I killed it
We fuck under any condition
Even if it's with about six other bitches
I'm always gon' listen to guidance even if its Lynch's
I'm not a farmer but take care of my chickens
You know I make my own beats
Using them by any means
At shows I'll be making a scene
So go ahead sit down take a seat
We spreading all the kerosene
Ignite it then leaving the scene
I know you think I'm being mean
But I'm in charge of this shit I'm the dean
This aint a fuckin
Game
I pull back the clip
Bang
It better go my
Way
I do not care what they
Say
Don't care about my
Name
Pull out the stick
Spray
This aint no fucking
Game
You better not think I was
Playing
One for the money this one for the show
Overcoat on
Dressed up head to toe
You can get to blow me but you'll never get to know me
I don't need a soul I need a shoe shiner who can shine the sole my shoe
I'm using you as a steppingstone
I step then go on my way
You thought I would play
No not today
Just for saying that I might have to adjust your face
No customization
I run in guns blazing
I rush for the safe and then take it
You thought it was safe
(Entertaining) That's priceless
Like the price of blood diamonds a life or either side A or B of the Miscreants vinyl
Or even half the CD
Cause really we can't stream it
Or the purpose is defeated
I learned how to speak as a result of writing lyrics
And rapping happened in between
Me and Crisp make a team but if you could split that seam
You'd see we're not all that different now wouldn't it seem
I get relieved when I'm embraced and received in a positive light
In light of the type of lyrics that I write
We wait 'til the night
I rush in your house at nine
Never mind I've decided on buying a firebomb
To prime while I'm typing out my very last bar
To make sure it lasts when I'm gone
I pull out a match and it spark
But the bomb!
This track is far too fire for to not set it off
I can smoke anything you can give me
And eat up every bar
While they pass through my kidneys
This all goes to my head and it makes me feel tipsy
But that's just how you feel I guess when you're rolling with Crispi
I'll turn your bro to bones if he talk about popping like Jiffy
I got a lock on the glock it'll only pop if I shot
But If I cannot
I got the key to throw to Crispi to (Brr Brr)
This aint a fuckin
Game
I pull back the clip
Bang
It better go my
Way
I do not care what they
Say
Don't care about my
Name
Pull out the stick
Spray
This aint no fucking
Game
You better not think I was
Playing
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Depaolo
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