SOUTHPAW Lyrics

I ain't got no money, I'm stingy like the Africans

A nigga try to rob me, he'll just be practicing

Pac with no shirt, tats across the abdomen

Eight man cypher in a soccer mom caravan

Who gon' drop first

I bring the game back to life I'm like a hot nurse

Every time I drop first, bow and arrow accurate

Immaculate, this moment, I just captured it

Scientists studied my flow and time capsule it

When I hit the studio, and rhyme magic tricks

David Blaine, take me to your leader I can save the game

Everything's eventual, we're making change

Flow crazy, I should be in a straight jacket

So west side, I should be in a L.A. rapping

Y'all stay cappin', spit the kind of bars

They got your bae clappin

So what you think happened

Pull up with the bass slappin

I don't spill a drop, no, I don't waste nothin

I can't feel my face, yo, I can't taste nothin

I'm the spit sicker, ditch digger

I'm the quick hitter, dismember niggas like

S-Swift nigga

Yeah

Uh, uh

I don't need a feature

I'm the star, think you need a bleacher

Dropping bombs like midway and Iwo Jima

Me and Ty, we double team em, chop em up, Stephen King em

If they survive, they 'come slaves to my evil kingdom

Rappers think we even, Stephen

You a lie, you unbelieving, heathen

My good heart's your only reason breathing

I cannot be copied, dawg

I'm just rappin', checkin' boxes off

You better knock it off before I let these rockets off

Shoot you in your back, knock your pockets off

I'm just the hottest out, hottest sauce in this rotten South