It Be Like Dat.
I don't know how I've been feeling
All these beats I've been killing
Guess I'm wanted for a homicide
Kill my sons that's filicide
Grip the mic rappers run and hide
Slow it down my hands are tied (Tied up)
Top so lonely getting tired
Make new friends you know I tried (I tried)
Didn't like me so you know they slide (They slid)
Been there
Done that
Your Mic
I grip that
You ain't fly
Where the drip at
Your girl
where the hips at
Every time I hop on the track it's a banger (Goddamn)
Now the games on my back
Find the Rhythm get to grooving
Money running get to moving
Staying hungry get to proving
God damn got to be winning (win!)
Tired of all of this sinning (sin!)
Games fun got to be grinning (yeah)
Look at the trash take it out
Know I'm acting rash I'm lacking doubt
Throwing hands let's have a bout
Your girl distant what's that about?
Won't call back she must have missed it
Her lips yeah Guess I kissed it
Search her up she's unlisted
Don't get it twisted
I guess you missed it
Took up the game and I guess I switched it
You should stay in your Niche
I don't know how I've been feeling
All these beats I've been killing
Guess I'm wanted for a homicide
Kill my sons that's filicide
Grip the mic rappers run and hide
Slow it down my hands are tied (Tied up)
Top so lonely getting tired
Make new friends you know I tried (I tried)
Didn't like me so you know they slide (They slid)
Been there
Done that
Your Mic
I grip that
You ain't fly
Where the drip at
Your girl
where the hips at
Every time I hop on the track it's a banger (Goddamn)
Now the games on my back
Everything I'm bleeding
Everything I'm needing
Hit you in the back
Like some dough I'm kneading
Yeah I've been po
Ain't no mo
When I rap it's cataclysmic
I know you're riding on this dick
D I C K you all jack offs
Like you came from CK (my god)
I don't blame you
All my bastards so I don't name you
And I won't claim you
Slippery slope
Y'all niggas can't cope
At the end of your rope
Can you hang with us?
I'm going to say nope (can't do it)
I don't know how I've been feeling
All these beats I've been killing
Guess I'm wanted for a homicide
Kill my sons that's filicide
Grip the mic rappers run and hide
Slow it down my hands are tied (Tied up)
Top so lonely getting tired
Make new friends you know I tried (I tried)
Didn't like me so you know they slide (They slid)
Been there
Done that
Your Mic
I grip that
You ain't fly
Where the drip at
Your girl
where the hips at
Every time I hop on the track it's a banger (Goddamn)
Now the games on my back
All these beats I've been killing
Guess I'm wanted for a homicide
Kill my sons that's filicide
Grip the mic rappers run and hide
Slow it down my hands are tied (Tied up)
Top so lonely getting tired
Make new friends you know I tried (I tried)
Didn't like me so you know they slide (They slid)
Been there
Done that
Your Mic
I grip that
You ain't fly
Where the drip at
Your girl
where the hips at
Every time I hop on the track it's a banger (Goddamn)
Now the games on my back
Find the Rhythm get to grooving
Money running get to moving
Staying hungry get to proving
God damn got to be winning (win!)
Tired of all of this sinning (sin!)
Games fun got to be grinning (yeah)
Look at the trash take it out
Know I'm acting rash I'm lacking doubt
Throwing hands let's have a bout
Your girl distant what's that about?
Won't call back she must have missed it
Her lips yeah Guess I kissed it
Search her up she's unlisted
Don't get it twisted
I guess you missed it
Took up the game and I guess I switched it
You should stay in your Niche
I don't know how I've been feeling
All these beats I've been killing
Guess I'm wanted for a homicide
Kill my sons that's filicide
Grip the mic rappers run and hide
Slow it down my hands are tied (Tied up)
Top so lonely getting tired
Make new friends you know I tried (I tried)
Didn't like me so you know they slide (They slid)
Been there
Done that
Your Mic
I grip that
You ain't fly
Where the drip at
Your girl
where the hips at
Every time I hop on the track it's a banger (Goddamn)
Now the games on my back
Everything I'm bleeding
Everything I'm needing
Hit you in the back
Like some dough I'm kneading
Yeah I've been po
Ain't no mo
When I rap it's cataclysmic
I know you're riding on this dick
D I C K you all jack offs
Like you came from CK (my god)
I don't blame you
All my bastards so I don't name you
And I won't claim you
Slippery slope
Y'all niggas can't cope
At the end of your rope
Can you hang with us?
I'm going to say nope (can't do it)
I don't know how I've been feeling
All these beats I've been killing
Guess I'm wanted for a homicide
Kill my sons that's filicide
Grip the mic rappers run and hide
Slow it down my hands are tied (Tied up)
Top so lonely getting tired
Make new friends you know I tried (I tried)
Didn't like me so you know they slide (They slid)
Been there
Done that
Your Mic
I grip that
You ain't fly
Where the drip at
Your girl
where the hips at
Every time I hop on the track it's a banger (Goddamn)
Now the games on my back
Credits
Writer(s): Lansana Koroma
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