Make 'em Say

Spit the shit that'll make 'em say "oh"
Type of shit just to make 'em say "oh", yeah
And let me see them fuckin hands like "oh" yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah lemme see all your hands, it's on demand
These movie niggas soft as fuck they hardly would I'm not a fan
Don't want a chance to see you
I'd prolly need a sonogram
Don't understand, you fronting like you trappin but it's on the gram
I think it's all a fantasy
All in ya head
But you ain't gotta fake
You sound like the feds
And that's a risk to take I got a lot at stake
A kid aristocrat but spitting lava cake
And on a chase for steak and lobster
Making Oscar the Grouch from the dollars made
They green with envy from the green I'm spending call me crazy
Could not see the picture
Ain't got a frame of reference just for a lil perspective
This level of skill ain't commonplace and I'm a workaholic
Taking no days off but every day's a holiday
And my smiling is solemn face
You gotta say it's all love, but love isn't that far from hate
We not the same
It's causing angst that's chronic pain, on my salt lake Dr. Dre

I spit the shit that'll make 'em say
See them fuckin hands like "oh"
Let your body rock like "oh"

The beat make you rock like Medusa off the juice
I got a booster shot for all you who confused and with the questions
Listen truth is I'm sick and y'all don't get it
Like you vaccinated, dunking on these basket cases
Gotta have my space from all these wack niggas
Cuz wack shit can be mad contagious
Rubbing off like masturbation
They just some jerkoffs
And I'm working like Patrick Swayze,
Ghostin like it's Casper,
Antisocial but I'm rapping crazy
Lacerating in the cut like bacitracin
I spit that limp dick
They can't fuck with it
They on simp shit can't keep up with it
An open letter to these fuckin critics, suck a dick
Must admit I'm copacetic coming with it
So poetic come and get it you can go to heaven
End up on the kick the bucket list
I wish a nigga would
Guess I kick a bucket list
Suicide watch cuz my wrist'll make you cut your wrist
Read like it's a target I'm a gunner never gonna miss

The type of shit that'll make 'em say
Spit the shit that'll make 'em say
Lemme see your fuckin hands like
Move your motherfuckin body like
Just bounce with the rhythm like
Type of shit that'll make 'em say "oh", ooh
That'll make 'em say "oh"

I'm a straight up menace might get an MC ate
The bars hit you so hard that you can't see straight
Made it through the wolf pack
Not talking NC state I'm talking king of the jungle
I'm talking just can't wait
I'm talking young simba one Cinderella story makings of a monarch
Talking high stakes so I'm talking like Jeanne D'Arc
They going up in flames
I'm like Bonaparte
My verbal bombard'll get you blown apart so au revoir

So yeah, that's kind of where I'm at but
The rest is coming, it's on the way. 801s and Heartbreak