Cactus Plant Flea Market
I stay sharp as a tiger's tongue, the light is brung
To buy my swag, you need arms and legs and entire lungs
I'm at the top, but with every drop is a higher rung
They try to run, but expire young, cause the fire stung
I'm too good, my hate pages turn into fan sites
The gang tight, hanging out the whip and yelling trans rights
Your mans light, steady talking shit, but know he can't fight
He talk tough, but when it's war, he turn into Ann Wright
They come at me, and what's left after is a sad sight
That talk done made you look ugly, like it was bad light
I'm steady cooking, producers think I'm a trad wife
Your big talk doesn't translate, it's draft hype
Your rap slight, you just full of air, like bagpipes
I grab mics and turn dull affairs to mad nights
So if you think you compare then get your facts right
Cause that's comparing stalactites to a stalagmite
Ugh, the brag right, Killa and J, that's mad hype
Said I'm gon' be great, over whatever my hand writes
You niggas ain't shit, you just a bunch of ass wipes
Ashy knuckles knocking niggas out until my hands white
I'm finna set this shit off, I'm like a landmine
Looking in the mirror, thanking Jesus that I'm that guy
I'm mad fly, cactus flea market baptized
Nigga do the same instead of steady trying to chastise
Wrote a little song while we're chilling on the sofa
Only good shit, you can tell it by the odor
I'm too real to affiliate, with posers
Niggas like me, but do everything slower
We getting older and y'all still into child's play
Y'all be little niggas, put you in a child's place
I tell it straight, I ain't into all the mind games
Ask me for advice and Imma tell it like the rhymes say
Thou shall not fuck with Killaman, dummy
Imma get mines, ho, I been about money
What be funny is that niggas ain't wanna give me respect
Nowadays everybody wanna say I'm a pest
We making a mess, Killa season full in effect
Their rules I reject, free form living correct
I'm seeing no threats, hard time living a test
The kid that was blessed, nowadays ain't breaking a sweat, we gone
To buy my swag, you need arms and legs and entire lungs
I'm at the top, but with every drop is a higher rung
They try to run, but expire young, cause the fire stung
I'm too good, my hate pages turn into fan sites
The gang tight, hanging out the whip and yelling trans rights
Your mans light, steady talking shit, but know he can't fight
He talk tough, but when it's war, he turn into Ann Wright
They come at me, and what's left after is a sad sight
That talk done made you look ugly, like it was bad light
I'm steady cooking, producers think I'm a trad wife
Your big talk doesn't translate, it's draft hype
Your rap slight, you just full of air, like bagpipes
I grab mics and turn dull affairs to mad nights
So if you think you compare then get your facts right
Cause that's comparing stalactites to a stalagmite
Ugh, the brag right, Killa and J, that's mad hype
Said I'm gon' be great, over whatever my hand writes
You niggas ain't shit, you just a bunch of ass wipes
Ashy knuckles knocking niggas out until my hands white
I'm finna set this shit off, I'm like a landmine
Looking in the mirror, thanking Jesus that I'm that guy
I'm mad fly, cactus flea market baptized
Nigga do the same instead of steady trying to chastise
Wrote a little song while we're chilling on the sofa
Only good shit, you can tell it by the odor
I'm too real to affiliate, with posers
Niggas like me, but do everything slower
We getting older and y'all still into child's play
Y'all be little niggas, put you in a child's place
I tell it straight, I ain't into all the mind games
Ask me for advice and Imma tell it like the rhymes say
Thou shall not fuck with Killaman, dummy
Imma get mines, ho, I been about money
What be funny is that niggas ain't wanna give me respect
Nowadays everybody wanna say I'm a pest
We making a mess, Killa season full in effect
Their rules I reject, free form living correct
I'm seeing no threats, hard time living a test
The kid that was blessed, nowadays ain't breaking a sweat, we gone
Credits
Writer(s): Irele Uduokhai
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