Riddim ft. Foul Mouth & Bang Belushi Lyrics

Calm under pressure call me Marty Byrde laundering

Devil want my soul then I would probably have to ponder it

Attackin em on a personal level ad hominem

Fascinated with murder I wrote but can’t copy it

Plagiarizing bastards, remain neutral and never engage with violent tactics

Game on my back I need to start payin a chiropractor

Bout to have my big break, and y’all mixtapes is sounding like a minor fracture

Out 2 to 4 weeks at most

tried to keep up with the pros it wasn’t even close

Still I’m tweaking though, my face pale like I seen a ghost

I’m reading every single piece of hate mail breathing reefer smoke

Gotta be bad for my health

Nearly made a whole album put it back on the shelf

Fans pockets folding out once the package is mailed

Keep the reggies, don’t pass it can’t inhale if the cabbage is stale

I used to drink Popov a lot, now I don’t

I heard homie used to be down, now he don’t

Send your bitch to do your dirt? What a joke

You niggas ain’t worth the fucking bubbles in my Coke

I run with a gang of motherfuckers word to Choke

As long as I could hustle I could never go broke

I’m a first class nigga, yall niggas ride coach

Hoes want Telfair, quit buying your bitch coat

Hope’s a slippery slope cause if you don’t, God won’t

I be on some shit, who the fuck want smoke

Either tap out or tap in, nigga that’s the quote

You shady than a bitch, and I ain’t talkin Stat Quo

I’m back to that old Detroit smack folks

I’m on that old Detroit smack folks

Old school Shimmy shit, fucking Fat Killah

That nigga, animal house animated I’m back nigga