Everybody (feat. King Los, Conway the Machine & Loaded Lux) [Remix]
The bars is bizzare
We set the bar above ya'll
Don't get shot like a buzzer
Beater
Pick a perpetrating Psy Rapper I can pick off
Or pick on or piss off get lost
A big dog that sit on the porch you bit off
Just walked on your lawn and shit on
Now get off my dck ya'll
Annoying I'm ticked off
Get it
A big dog with ticks gets scratched off you btch
Any little Nga that front on me
Run a one with me
Get in front of me
Gotta run with me nga
To humble me
Any nga that hung with me
Know that they like the thieves
That hung with the nga Jes
Cross me nga please
I'm begging emcees
To touch me I must be a plague a disease
They staying away from me
I break em from A to Z
From Nas to Jay The Z
To Jadakiss basically I'm invasive abrasively
Ain't nobody facing me just a mirror my facing me
That's me myself and myself again
That's what I get for helping em
When I told him to go off the top they thought it was a freestyle
But that was just the Indian in me thinking of scalping em
Mounting em climbing up a mountain
With a nga head in my hand watching it roll down
While it's bouncing and I'm telling em
I'm tryna knock some sense in your melon
Cuz your melanin should be the main component thats compelling em
And now it's just
Yea
We eating off rapping you know we evolved
Posting that watch like that shit is something
I mean it's a Roll but that Rollie is small
Damn
Ngas been hoping I fall
Nope
Won't happen no way at all
Yea
Rocking that shit you can't find when you go to the mall
I ain't like that that btch nga said so watch how I go in his jaw
How they ain't got no drum on none of them lists you know we appalled
Look how I came out the hood and did it with nothing
Ya'll owe me applause
Well I dont be reading them fck ngas comments cuz that shit
Be throwing me off
I was in high school back when Goose father was throwing me soft
Like nephew the profit is yours
You keep it all you just owe me the cost
Look how I've grown
Look how I'm on
I'm the big homie the boss
Thinking you know me you ngas don't know me at all
We winning like Kobe Gasol
Machine
Flow is prestine
They ask where I been if I suit up again
Then it's bad for your team
Thinking you him cuz
You got you a win gonna force me to spin
Like a washer machine
You ain't a friend you just sent me a thousand dms
In the end I just left em on seen
Judging the pen like I care bout a list
But I don't give a shit if it isn't Epstein's
These rappers live in hystoria
Killing em brings a euphoria
Jordan Poole I thought that boy was a warrior
Took a look into his eyes even cornea
Tried to stint my run
But can't take away all the things I've done
When you gon learn even if I'm gon burn
Boy you know I'm gon earn till I'm inside one
Fire they told me how I could go higher
But I know the devils a liar
I serve the messiah
Can see what you sell don't inspire
I promise you I'm not a buyer
I know your supplier
It's such a shame
They want to stay in the G league while scoring 100 a game
You see the pain believe me
They know when they see me it's easy to say that I've changed
With tears in my eyes
Blood on my back from all of the knives
I can't trust a soul you already know just me when I ride
Get it and go the world here is cold
Let's hope you survive
Just know what I'm coming for mine
And that goes for
Anybody who was ever bout me
Telling everybody probably bout my efforts
I'll be real kid
When your wheels big
It's the metal body when the chevy wobbly
Hit the heel and dig
That's a buried body
For the record copy
Papi's chef hibatchi
For this teriyaki I be cutting up
Like your facetime when the connection choppy
Better check the lobby
Check his functions
Pressure busting pipes and pressed assumptions
My journey's journaled all my letters public
I don't edit courage
Bury courage
Make em up as budget chicken table stuffing
Tough as muffins
Till this shit is David Ruffin
They just bluffing I'm gon break em hustling
Straight for the take even when I punch it
Your lady's dream I'm a baby king
You was thinking Keem
No that's Kendrick cousin
Tell me someone who can tell me something
That was never hustling
First to the third you can burn on the venue
My level up is stable head above it
Yet I shovel dug in
Deep sea we going in
Not the belly button
Better double up you know it's Harlem
She computer loving
Buffering I give her straight leg
But I let you cuff it
We set the bar above ya'll
Don't get shot like a buzzer
Beater
Pick a perpetrating Psy Rapper I can pick off
Or pick on or piss off get lost
A big dog that sit on the porch you bit off
Just walked on your lawn and shit on
Now get off my dck ya'll
Annoying I'm ticked off
Get it
A big dog with ticks gets scratched off you btch
Any little Nga that front on me
Run a one with me
Get in front of me
Gotta run with me nga
To humble me
Any nga that hung with me
Know that they like the thieves
That hung with the nga Jes
Cross me nga please
I'm begging emcees
To touch me I must be a plague a disease
They staying away from me
I break em from A to Z
From Nas to Jay The Z
To Jadakiss basically I'm invasive abrasively
Ain't nobody facing me just a mirror my facing me
That's me myself and myself again
That's what I get for helping em
When I told him to go off the top they thought it was a freestyle
But that was just the Indian in me thinking of scalping em
Mounting em climbing up a mountain
With a nga head in my hand watching it roll down
While it's bouncing and I'm telling em
I'm tryna knock some sense in your melon
Cuz your melanin should be the main component thats compelling em
And now it's just
Yea
We eating off rapping you know we evolved
Posting that watch like that shit is something
I mean it's a Roll but that Rollie is small
Damn
Ngas been hoping I fall
Nope
Won't happen no way at all
Yea
Rocking that shit you can't find when you go to the mall
I ain't like that that btch nga said so watch how I go in his jaw
How they ain't got no drum on none of them lists you know we appalled
Look how I came out the hood and did it with nothing
Ya'll owe me applause
Well I dont be reading them fck ngas comments cuz that shit
Be throwing me off
I was in high school back when Goose father was throwing me soft
Like nephew the profit is yours
You keep it all you just owe me the cost
Look how I've grown
Look how I'm on
I'm the big homie the boss
Thinking you know me you ngas don't know me at all
We winning like Kobe Gasol
Machine
Flow is prestine
They ask where I been if I suit up again
Then it's bad for your team
Thinking you him cuz
You got you a win gonna force me to spin
Like a washer machine
You ain't a friend you just sent me a thousand dms
In the end I just left em on seen
Judging the pen like I care bout a list
But I don't give a shit if it isn't Epstein's
These rappers live in hystoria
Killing em brings a euphoria
Jordan Poole I thought that boy was a warrior
Took a look into his eyes even cornea
Tried to stint my run
But can't take away all the things I've done
When you gon learn even if I'm gon burn
Boy you know I'm gon earn till I'm inside one
Fire they told me how I could go higher
But I know the devils a liar
I serve the messiah
Can see what you sell don't inspire
I promise you I'm not a buyer
I know your supplier
It's such a shame
They want to stay in the G league while scoring 100 a game
You see the pain believe me
They know when they see me it's easy to say that I've changed
With tears in my eyes
Blood on my back from all of the knives
I can't trust a soul you already know just me when I ride
Get it and go the world here is cold
Let's hope you survive
Just know what I'm coming for mine
And that goes for
Anybody who was ever bout me
Telling everybody probably bout my efforts
I'll be real kid
When your wheels big
It's the metal body when the chevy wobbly
Hit the heel and dig
That's a buried body
For the record copy
Papi's chef hibatchi
For this teriyaki I be cutting up
Like your facetime when the connection choppy
Better check the lobby
Check his functions
Pressure busting pipes and pressed assumptions
My journey's journaled all my letters public
I don't edit courage
Bury courage
Make em up as budget chicken table stuffing
Tough as muffins
Till this shit is David Ruffin
They just bluffing I'm gon break em hustling
Straight for the take even when I punch it
Your lady's dream I'm a baby king
You was thinking Keem
No that's Kendrick cousin
Tell me someone who can tell me something
That was never hustling
First to the third you can burn on the venue
My level up is stable head above it
Yet I shovel dug in
Deep sea we going in
Not the belly button
Better double up you know it's Harlem
She computer loving
Buffering I give her straight leg
But I let you cuff it
Credits
Writer(s): Alberto Martinez, Johnathon Parra
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