Static
Won't take the L
I'd rather send em all to hell
They was just bothering me for some digits
And now I be comin up outta my shell
Tell em all to go just jump in a well
Bottom the pit I bet that's where you dwell
I ain't been doin this shit to just wind up in ditches
Or sitting in back of a cell
I had the soda you think I was kel
Had my name ringing on all of them bells
Static the shit that I got when I fire a shot
At them people who wanted to tell
Stay in the thunder dome like I was Mel
Weed it be sticky like it was a gel
I seen them dollars and to me they fell
Now all my pockets are startin to swell
Yo I had got ten in the post
Endin the most
People parading n sendin the toast
Pretending to boast but it's a lie
Only the truth when you look in my eye
Quick as a coup on the freeway I fly
Bust out the roof I won't let em deny
All of the skill rack up my kill
Sick as some syphilus you know the deal
Get with the Benjamin's hunnits i peel
Straight to the foes givin em blows
Ballet the ballad I stand on my toes
No average joes savage it goes
Rake in the base and I'm Plantin the dros
Lettin em grow you already know
Risin like yeast when I'm gettin the dough
Then back to the east when I'm flippin a bow
I'd rather send em all to hell
They was just bothering me for some digits
And now I be comin up outta my shell
Tell em all to go just jump in a well
Bottom the pit I bet that's where you dwell
I ain't been doin this shit to just wind up in ditches
Or sitting in back of a cell
I had the soda you think I was kel
Had my name ringing on all of them bells
Static the shit that I got when I fire a shot
At them people who wanted to tell
Stay in the thunder dome like I was Mel
Weed it be sticky like it was a gel
I seen them dollars and to me they fell
Now all my pockets are startin to swell
Yo I had got ten in the post
Endin the most
People parading n sendin the toast
Pretending to boast but it's a lie
Only the truth when you look in my eye
Quick as a coup on the freeway I fly
Bust out the roof I won't let em deny
All of the skill rack up my kill
Sick as some syphilus you know the deal
Get with the Benjamin's hunnits i peel
Straight to the foes givin em blows
Ballet the ballad I stand on my toes
No average joes savage it goes
Rake in the base and I'm Plantin the dros
Lettin em grow you already know
Risin like yeast when I'm gettin the dough
Then back to the east when I'm flippin a bow
Credits
Writer(s): Burnout Macgyver, Mac Burnson, Slvg, Vapp
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