Temple Run (Remaster) Lyrics

Your fighting style reeks of arrogance

Ego infects your techniques and makes them impure

You think you're entitled to greatness

Is that supposed to be insulting

You say I'm arrogant, I say damn right

That's pride, pride in the Saiyan I am

The mighty prince of the ultimate warrior race

Wait, I need a refresher

Pedal feet twist my metal

Order dominoes and observe as a nigga finna body every fucking instrumental

Niggas keep playing, I'ma show him big difference in reality

It's all about the mental

So I might shoot at his temple

We playing Temple Run

My brother, he stay with the laser like we Princess Leia

We going next level son

Speaking of levels, which have you done

Nigga like over a million

Maybe like over a billion

On my membrane, man might just pop some champagne

This be my story, play the campaign

Niggas be hating they some damn lames

I just be shooting out your damn range

And shat on you niggas, there's some bed stains

They cannot see me flip the damn page

Y'all sometimes be pervy like a damn sage

Peter Piper picked a patch of fucking pickled peppers

Peep the forces, peep the steppers

And oh my god, Majin Zyad be the general

Cut that nigga off, umbilical cord

My fairytale be the size of Thesaurus

And King Arthur be the swing of my sword

Sweeping niggas is a chore

In reality, I'm whipping on Honda Accord

See my ambition is a talent

My monthly salary be bigger than most niggas average

Like 21 Savage, I'm keeping the Drake on me

And he's giving me green like a cabbage

Let's get it

Ra-ta-tat-ta-tat

Is my way of violence when combat is needed

Children are starving, help them when they need it

And uplift my brothers when they feel defeated

Feeling like hitting licks is just a minimum

Little trust is established when there be so much to manage

Little time, little damage

But Aunt Viv got me thinking intuitive

And I don't got no love to give

If you got some comments about Audemar wrist

Finna get so many rocks on my fist

On my Thanos shit, I'm sending y'all to abyss

I be working my way up the bottomless pit

With my vrodies, we be eating lobster and macaroni

Play the phony and you might end up on a telegraph

And I put that shit on my homie

Real shit

You niggas playing, well peep this

I be telling myself that I can't get complacent

Cause that's what my pops and my mama taught me

So I said fuck all of y'all

All of y'all

Remember that shit that I bought for y'all

When them bitches wouldn't take my calls

Now my dick be all in they jaws

Like damn

I guess I'm gonna truly find out what it means to be the hottest topic

Back in seventh grade, they was calling me lame

That's what Harden was playing with the Houston Rockets

Bad times

But a nigga still in those bad times

But a nigga glew up, now we mad fine

Hit up 5 or 6 shorties in my pastime, nigga

Ra-ta-tat-ta-tat

Is my way of violence when combat is needed

Children are starving, help them when they need it

And uplift my brothers when they feel defeated

Feeling like hitting licks is just a minimum

Little trust is established, there be so much to manage

Little time, little damage

Aunt Viv got me thinking intuitive

Bitch. Bitch

Thinking intuitive

Bitch. Little bitch

Thinking intuitive

Yo

Thinking intuitive

I'm gone