Neighboring ft. King Author Lyrics

The rebirth of bald head slick with King Author

We get attention that championship rings garner

Chicks all in love with the crew they cling harder

It's not just the classics the hustle we bring sharper

I'm playing the field like when the Phils bring Harper

We play chess to collect, invest, our minds sharper

I got rubies in my crest

I think smarter I think farther back when the Braves clinked the Dodgers

I bring honor, team squad up, like three comma

Versus three I hurt MCs whenever we pop up

Flow precise pull of a snipe from a clean archer

In Queens checking the Docks Ock like Pete Parker

We been underground like our backs got shells

All the way to the A you know we give 'em hell

I got 'em drawn off my speech you know I'm casting spells

Got checks coming daily rarely in the mail

PayPal, Cash app, and even Zelle

Not even a comparison we all know you pail

For real and while on we the topic of the comparisons

Tell 'em pace up, in the race bruh, we lappin' them

But it's still a marathon, TMC carries on

Barry Bonds with the flow, got the juice, very strong

Crazy and you know what, I don't really give a fuck

Hyrdo & liquored up, while I get it my digits up

BYc E-N-T people you should get with us

Esoteric Author, this is just the introduct

This break was very necessary

Had to get my mind right so y'all can hear me clearly

With the science you know there's no fear within me

I got refinement so I'm good in inner cities

Cause I'm that man judo kick'll break your arm like Batman

Gat man turn niggas to ghosts like I'm Pac-Man

Gap Band dropping bombs sound like we in Pakstan

Slice you in half 'cause I'm the number one headband

Go hard like Bron in the 4th, these broads got no choice

But to sit and be charmed by the voice

Blowin' bomb 'til I'm gone but it's never enough

B-I-double-L-A is leveling up

And I ain't never looking back at the devil's that was

Consuming me from truancy down to 20 and up

What the fuck is on ya mind, thinking you could fuck wit mine

You can say what you want, a whole bunch of times

Rap cats sweeter than a pack of Duncan Hines

I go in flip mode everytime this buster rhymes

The signs Gemini so the favorite number dos

Mad traffic at the spot neighbors think I'm selling dope