Ayuda ft. Silas Lyrics

Rap champion go and start up the parade

You cannot fuckin' hold on a candle to EJ

Unrelated to the Wayans

But I'm bringin' Major Payne

Put the clip up in me cock it back

And then I squeeze bang

This ain't basic training brother

I'm the brother undercover

Eddie Griffin niggas snifflin

Wipin' the boogers not with the sugar

Just with the lyrical Kleenex

I am a Vet and my poetic bullets be makin' new boys hit the reject

All I really need is good weed and sex

My girl finna be like "Sex with who?"

In what world would I not mean you

I got her clamped to my wrist

Vause got me soundin' so crisp

Peter Parker with the Venom in him

King James with the headband

I'm a body builder with a spray tan

Lyrically movin' the weight

Frank

I'm bouta grow me out a Jheri Curl like I'm Uncle Jerome

Pushin' a Beamer

EJ be shittin' right on em

Givin' em Cleveland steamers

Yeah that bar was a little bit sus

Take the rap game by the hips and thrust

Yeah I'm a make it my shorty

EJ in his bag like 40

Ounces, malt liquor

I'm that nigga

Lettin' off just like a pistol

The philosophical missile

Look at em go, damn

Tell him to slow down

I'm floorin' it bitch

It's a lyrical lynchin' you hangin like ornaments bitch

Wait

Damn, been cuttin' for a minute

Just like sock and shoe I'm in it

Phil Jackson 90's I'm winnin'

But I need a hook

Somethin' to put it together

And somethin' catchy keep the audience hooked

I'm takin' all the suggestions

Somebody help me

Somebody help me out

Somebody help me out, aye

Somebody help me out, aye

Somebody help me out, aye

Somebody help me out help me out help me out, okay

Somebody help me out, okay

Oh shit, there it go

It's the simple manners

That are lost at sea as fish scatter

Ill be at the top till it don't matter

So I told them to kick ladders

Don't batter me with conclusions from hypothesis so clueless

Don't flatter me with excuses that you pull from the roofless

Rafters, I do this after

An L in between a tooth with the laughters nigga

The rapture they all speak of, shit

May have already happened

I don't wanna deal with the sadness

From these niggas that's acting passive

I'm tryna bend these rules

Not follow Rhodes like I'm Miss. Sacker

It's easy to get active when your moves are not a factor

Take yo damn notepad and toss that shit to the pasture

Cuz a real nigga won't care about how much your wrist glisten'

That shit is all for the camera

But really let's get descriptive man

You niggas throwin' money without a single incentive

Put that shit to a brand or

Go establish some renters

I suppose the coldest nigga gon' have to behold the scriptures

Have moment with Allah before I pour out this liquor

Yes I'm Muslim

Yes I drink

I don't wanna hear shit around it

Y'all can suck a dick

Grab your life and go about it nigga

I don't wanna hear

I don't wanna hear shit about nigga

Did we ever find that hook by the way?

Where that shit at?

Somebody help me out

Somebody help me out, aye

Somebody help me out, aye

Somebody help me out, aye

Somebody help me out help me out help me out, okay

Somebody help me out, okay

Oh shit, there it go