Legacy ft. Charles Vega Lyrics

I got the flat screen television, I'm never missing

I was last seen in the rap scene, not the rat team

Cause I'm never snitching bitches better listen

Got a bad thing, I know better women

And my raps clean, get you sent to Heaven

Never throw hands, better go dance

Fucking freaky friday Lindsay Lohan

Had a girl with a nice ass but that flight crashed that's in my past

Watch the light flash, call me Mike Jack

I know pretty bitches with a nice rack

I got a boo thing now, I hit her with the Wu-tang style

Y'all a bunch of bitches man your crew ain't wild

This a crusade with the bass so better wait until you fade out

You best not fuck with the legacy

We turn you bitches to enemies

Keep talking shit you a centipede, never stand next to me

We smoking weed with some Hennessy

I am the gasoline, Charles the lighter that started the fire

You part of the choir cause all of you screaming our name when we ask what artists you admire

Tread lightly, I commit crime make the feds fight me

I bet a lead pipe in the head might put you into the bed nicely

What words are worse? Famous or dangerous

I give fucking pain to you strangers

Insane in the brain, I'm a patient

My bars are foul, calling me flagrant

I make the bread rise like inflation

I'm too crazy

Left my last girl for a new lady, fugaze I know all you dudes hate me

I took the rap game and brought it all to safety, all this weight I be too lazy

If you ain't fucking with my crew lately, don't worry I be all up in the news daily

Too late, bitches love a new chase

Diamonds on my wrist 20k for the blue face

You best not fuck with the legacy

We turn you bitches to enemies

Keep talking shit you a centipede, never stand next to me

We smoking weed with some Hennessy

I am the gasoline, Charles the lighter that started the fire

You part of the choir cause all of you screaming our name when we ask what artists you admire

You best not fuck with the legacy

We turn you bitches to enemies

Keep talking shit you a centipede, never stand next to me

We smoking weed with some Hennessy

I am the gasoline, Charles the lighter that started the fire

You part of the choir cause all of you screaming our name when we ask what artists you admire