Quiet Storm
This beat is milk I spit cookies
Why the fuck they still overlook me
They don't know how long this shit took me been a pro with the flow since a rookie
I just had to rock that title
Since I was still a fresh arrival most high with the verse like bible
Been a god with the flow want that title
That mean I'm coming after shady
K Dot 3000 and Jay-Z
Snoop Pac Big Plus Nas And AZ
Get lost in the lines I'll amaze thee
I'm Arkham asylum crazy this bump in ya doctor dre beats
Verbal AK just massacre rappers im about to spray heat
They saying I spit that ether pretty soon they gon want these features
They Reggie I'm louder reefer that's why I'm out wit a diva
She provide toppings like Pizza she hot and ready like Caesar's
Been a fan all the way in the stands ever since they was on the bleachers
Keep your eyes on your own paper I learned that shit from my teachers
Get introduced to them deadz with the big heads I'm like nice to meet ya
To the hottest styles they some leechers plus auto tune Drown they speeches
Spit eulogies on the newer beats competition rest in pieces
Frankenstein with these verses a monster well put together
I formulated a plot reminiscent of Wayne & terror
Your Squad better get umbrellas brainstorming in stormy weather
I was down poor that's why this downpour of Bars is torrential
Keeping this shit suspenseful make beats and I grip them pencils
Got heat for these instrumentals that's even if it's off the mental
Guillotine how i off they mental. I meant to I had intent to
Premeditated since young This nerd Dreamed of Killing these venues
Touching down in they cities for everybody to witness
Say they ran the block but niggas ain't get past the line of scrimmage
You playing your action fake as well as your fucking image
My lines backed up with facts your lines lies and offensive
Plus they offer no protection get sacked when them niggas blitzing
Try to ball in my city they hit colons when Capping Knicks man
Peep how taking a knee nowadays is taking a Big stand
Feel like time is running out. This hourglass got some quicksand
Real Gs move in silence
Never knew what that Line meant
Does it mean keep it quiet when dollar signs in alignment
Rocking all this Designer. Eating plates of lasagna
Run Gnomes over with Lawnmowers ensuring my Green is proper
Does it mean ain't no convo when you moving like a Mobster?
If so no rappers real Gs like any of they forefathers
Got adventures on record collecting checks getting dollars
Getting Neck at some breakneck speed riding through in these Chevy Impalas
Pussy poppin like collars on Rugby's and chains with diamonds
On Boy that dropped out of college
Made classics with beats and rhyming
With the swerve like an alky driving this nigga left me inspired
My arrogance is my Gas now it's time to put on some Mileage
Ass could bounce to this for dimes that be twerking at King of Diamonds
But lyrics still like incisions infectious when it's inside em
I bomb atomic Like Sadam
Don't care who's sane who be wilin, won't catch me folding or stopping
If I break a leg it's the opp's shin. Y'all didn't think of that option. ShammGod when we Rock em
Every time I shoot my shot in the DM my shit is Dropping
Why the fuck they still overlook me
They don't know how long this shit took me been a pro with the flow since a rookie
I just had to rock that title
Since I was still a fresh arrival most high with the verse like bible
Been a god with the flow want that title
That mean I'm coming after shady
K Dot 3000 and Jay-Z
Snoop Pac Big Plus Nas And AZ
Get lost in the lines I'll amaze thee
I'm Arkham asylum crazy this bump in ya doctor dre beats
Verbal AK just massacre rappers im about to spray heat
They saying I spit that ether pretty soon they gon want these features
They Reggie I'm louder reefer that's why I'm out wit a diva
She provide toppings like Pizza she hot and ready like Caesar's
Been a fan all the way in the stands ever since they was on the bleachers
Keep your eyes on your own paper I learned that shit from my teachers
Get introduced to them deadz with the big heads I'm like nice to meet ya
To the hottest styles they some leechers plus auto tune Drown they speeches
Spit eulogies on the newer beats competition rest in pieces
Frankenstein with these verses a monster well put together
I formulated a plot reminiscent of Wayne & terror
Your Squad better get umbrellas brainstorming in stormy weather
I was down poor that's why this downpour of Bars is torrential
Keeping this shit suspenseful make beats and I grip them pencils
Got heat for these instrumentals that's even if it's off the mental
Guillotine how i off they mental. I meant to I had intent to
Premeditated since young This nerd Dreamed of Killing these venues
Touching down in they cities for everybody to witness
Say they ran the block but niggas ain't get past the line of scrimmage
You playing your action fake as well as your fucking image
My lines backed up with facts your lines lies and offensive
Plus they offer no protection get sacked when them niggas blitzing
Try to ball in my city they hit colons when Capping Knicks man
Peep how taking a knee nowadays is taking a Big stand
Feel like time is running out. This hourglass got some quicksand
Real Gs move in silence
Never knew what that Line meant
Does it mean keep it quiet when dollar signs in alignment
Rocking all this Designer. Eating plates of lasagna
Run Gnomes over with Lawnmowers ensuring my Green is proper
Does it mean ain't no convo when you moving like a Mobster?
If so no rappers real Gs like any of they forefathers
Got adventures on record collecting checks getting dollars
Getting Neck at some breakneck speed riding through in these Chevy Impalas
Pussy poppin like collars on Rugby's and chains with diamonds
On Boy that dropped out of college
Made classics with beats and rhyming
With the swerve like an alky driving this nigga left me inspired
My arrogance is my Gas now it's time to put on some Mileage
Ass could bounce to this for dimes that be twerking at King of Diamonds
But lyrics still like incisions infectious when it's inside em
I bomb atomic Like Sadam
Don't care who's sane who be wilin, won't catch me folding or stopping
If I break a leg it's the opp's shin. Y'all didn't think of that option. ShammGod when we Rock em
Every time I shoot my shot in the DM my shit is Dropping
Credits
Writer(s): Eddie Swain, Tim Slattery
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