Hip-Hop ft. Tha General Lyrics

Uh-huh, Cap, let the beat talk to him for a minute

I'm takin' it, got an element

It's the element I grew up in, nigga

I live in the booth, nigga

You gotta make a reservation

Yo, heard your feelings, you find out I creep with your bae

Won't feed your waist and afford bliss before you sneak in to play

Who wanna play? They got the game twisted

Lames dissin', they finish, won't get they names mentioned

Flame spittin', it's lit, nigga, if I was on it

Y'all could own it, who want it? Talkin' every opponent

I peep the change like the weather, bus gettin' better

Vendeezia, Vendetta, y'all weasel could never measure

I kill you for pleasure, ain't for the treasure

Y'all bluffin', don't want nothin'

Soft as a muffin, headshot concussion

Should've followed simple instructions, instead of sneakin' and duckin'

I'm peepin' and pluckin', y'all bleedin' and fussin'

I'm bleedin' and hustlin', workin' on the pipe

I use the burners, ain't in need of a oven

This ain't how Jada felt when Fifth threw shots

This ain't Jada and Will, let's stick to the plot

You reached out as a fan, it's all strategic

Movin' like the elitist, Mike Jack beat it

Get your Mike Jack deleted, I might snap at the Grian

This a nightcap for treason, this a knife wrap for thievin'

Go ahead, steal my style

Lord knows, only exposed, that you steal my child

That's a bad lookin' temper tantrums, I'm still not proud

Too many likes and views, put fans on them

Lyrical fight, I don't like these dudes, put hands on them

Ohio average, y'all gon' see the barrel

Since he nazzy, I take him out the game like COVID

You not thorough, silly rabbit, always loose to the turtle

How you runnin' but never jumpin'

Keep missin' the hurdles, get popped in your wig, plot quiz

I don't need to study for it, get out the tech test

Friendly fire, with a bloody bra

You know they really admire, silliest liars

Ain't even really inspired, smoke you quick, affiliate of lighters

New proof, my screws loose, don't get me the pliers

Whoever you see me with, affiliates

Convicted with priors, restricting

All your fake friction desires, I'm Ray Charles to the competition

Pay attention, probably why I get a constant mention

Get off my dick, my only comment mention

Winning rounds, never hit that prominent position

You not a rival, suicidal in need of a morgue

A real cat with the newest best, to flee from the dogs

You a bitch, one of Michael Vick's pits

Daddy put down, dying with they eyes wide open

I see you lookin' now, give him a pass, he wide open

Threw a bullet, guess he took a round

Fuck these niggas talkin' bout, man

Cat, yo, you ain't gotta like me, but respect my pen

To any rook, fake crook, or vet, I'm him

This ain't a game you wanna play, you might hit Sim

After any winner loss, I'm still right in the gym

You ain't gotta like me, but respect my pen

To any rook, fake crook, or vet, I'm him

This ain't a game you wanna play, you might hit Sim

Sip Henny, been a boss, and I'm right in the gyms

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