CAUSE AND EFFECT ft. Yelah Music Lyrics

Sound for sound I'm next up no doubt

Realest fucking up and coming rapper about

Want the belt fight in the heavyweight bout

But I'll spin your top five for the goddamn clout

Bet against the kid that's a real bad shout

Tryna, make records like Guinness no stout

Smoking on girl scout but you a boy scout

Ask me where I'm at, bitch I'm en-route

Dont seek your advice wont take your critisism

Flow cold, word play straight biblicism

Bassline in my blood I got silly rhythm

Fuck Essay? blasphemy death by witticism

Killer punchlines, joker with the lyricism

Act on impulse don't follow algorithm

Don't step to me with that bad mannerism

Only time you seen action is, fuckin Activision

Cant pressure me ain't the type to feel pressed

All action, come correct i come to collect

Cut to the chase no bullshit no indirects

Put your hands on me? get straight body checked

Drift into my shores, sure to be ship wrecked

Laws of the streets these youts got, no respect

The last guy to gimme backchat, got decked

The consequences init, cause and effect

This the fucking wild north west I got true grit

Deal with the devil but my soul is in my music

Half box of cali three bags, he couldn't refuse it

Diablo threw a whitey, said the kush was too lit

He told me what you do in life echo in eternity

If you want that everlasting dick girl turn to me

Shakespeare flow, poetry fraternity

My lyrics come so fuckin clean-cut surgically

Switchin lanes, pass you by on the far side

I spot clout chasers a mile off real sharp eyed

I'm a made guy, these smart guys really aren't wise

Jedi flow done, time on the dark side

Sky Walkin on the beat feestyle when I can't write

Got triple entendres just sitting in the archive

Terabytes of bars stored in my mental hard drive

Run the beat, I'mma drop in like a half pipe

When it comes to wordplay, forgeddaboudit

I wrote the book fam you just read about it

All eyes on me when I step out fresh outfit

New chain, gimme that, like the Chris brown hit

I'm on real rap, bars for bars no sellout shit

Fully loaded pen never leave home without it

Handle my business no time to bitch bout shit

Won't take no badda, disrespect I don't allow it

My money don't jiggle jiggle don't fold either

Stack it up build dams call me the money beaver

Wrap it up, rubber bands, queen's head latifa

Self believer, born leader, Prestonian Caesar

Puffin reefer, soul reaper, real cold geezer

If I shoot my shot I don't miss, heat seeker

Dragon sickness I need the riches, gold fever

Insomniac, writing all night, no sleeper

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