Ain't For Everybody
This rap shit ain't for everybody
But y'all ain't tryna hear all that
Giving anybody with a little rhyme a chance to rap
I came to bring it back
That shit that'll make you rewind the track
"Damn, what that nigga say!?"
Hijack fans from out your hands
My plan is to take over your operation
Like Taliban
Never let a nigga see your whole hand
I'm scrambling for cheese
Industry be egging niggas on
Be searching for answers
I romance the mic
You little tikes don't keep it warm
I keep it hot, no warning signs
Keep getting them dollar signs
Your chick can't look into my eyes
I might just leave her hypnotized
And she looking like a prize
Too official with the lines
I just blow the whistle
When these haters stepping out of line
And yea, you'll have a lot of them
They don't like it when you win
They be blue like Dory
While they plotting
I just give em fin
You wish my reign would end
I bet
I do this shit like Nike checks
Sporting all these flows
All the old heads give me mad respect
And all these bad joints, tryna give the neck
But I think with head on shoulders
Stead of up inside that dress
Let me steam press the game
Straighten niggas up
I see you stiffening up
Mad as fuckThat I run amok
Shit
That's just a lil warm-up
Wake y'all niggas up real quick
I may start slow but i catch up quick
We can only go up from here, you know
I'm within reach now
Time to let y'all see what y'all been missing all this time
DMV, what up?
Black on Black
But y'all ain't tryna hear all that
Giving anybody with a little rhyme a chance to rap
I came to bring it back
That shit that'll make you rewind the track
"Damn, what that nigga say!?"
Hijack fans from out your hands
My plan is to take over your operation
Like Taliban
Never let a nigga see your whole hand
I'm scrambling for cheese
Industry be egging niggas on
Be searching for answers
I romance the mic
You little tikes don't keep it warm
I keep it hot, no warning signs
Keep getting them dollar signs
Your chick can't look into my eyes
I might just leave her hypnotized
And she looking like a prize
Too official with the lines
I just blow the whistle
When these haters stepping out of line
And yea, you'll have a lot of them
They don't like it when you win
They be blue like Dory
While they plotting
I just give em fin
You wish my reign would end
I bet
I do this shit like Nike checks
Sporting all these flows
All the old heads give me mad respect
And all these bad joints, tryna give the neck
But I think with head on shoulders
Stead of up inside that dress
Let me steam press the game
Straighten niggas up
I see you stiffening up
Mad as fuckThat I run amok
Shit
That's just a lil warm-up
Wake y'all niggas up real quick
I may start slow but i catch up quick
We can only go up from here, you know
I'm within reach now
Time to let y'all see what y'all been missing all this time
DMV, what up?
Black on Black
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Woolfolk
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