Represent ft. UnoDeuce, Stakes, Shanga Goman, ¡kylkenny! & Brasco Lyrics

Take the beat out back

You bout to see the fate of Old Yeller

I'm the only King Kong, ain't nobody go realer

Man I'm kind of like a cocktail of Em and old Dilla

No killer but I show you no mercy, no filler

When it's coming to my verses put the hearses in a line up

The only rapper worth it when you searching Carolina

My presence online is something akin to Vine

Cause I only last for six seconds, but they still sign up

And I don't need no zips for the kids to know that I'm fly

I zip it up and rewind, I pick it up like Lebron

I palm it but I tell you no comment, borderline

The goat, year seventeen, you think this the fucking decline

This the fucking reprise, all eyes, I'm in my prime

All time, you acting like you forgot, that's Alzheimer's

I play an away game, crowd is all silenced

Give Lil Uzi Vert a break, cause y'all spineless

I'm like bro, you a slow poke, never been dope

You like Youngboy NBA but you always been broke

I'm the goat, you a rowboat, stuck up in my moat

You kinda like the spinach dip cause you mastered the art of choke

Carter spoke to me when I was a kid, he said Uno

Do you listen to music or do you just skim through

So I picked up the pen and pad, and after some bad doodles

I mastered the craft, kiss my ass after the fact, toodles

From the land of where children are left with knife wounds

It's the reality but fuck it here's a nice tune

A bunch of people that really might end your life soon

I let the money talk, I don't want to fight you

These fuckers ruthless, they do it because they like to

These fuckers ruthless, they do it cause you got nice shoes

When you're locked in their sight, don't think they might move

Cause they be wetting man up, just like a typhoon

You know the Bay had to get it

Tell me when to go and I'ma twenty oh six it

Scraper scraper 1-9, I'm Super Sic Wit It

Shanga Goman open up shop, it's town business

Representing Oakland till my gravesite

Flexing with my A1s from daylight to daylight

Taco truck late nights, ghostride lakeside

Tires on screech boy, welcome to the Bayside

Who got your subwoofers jumping

Rolling down your block, it sound like King Kong krumping

Put me on any beat and you know that I get to tussling

I get it by any means, I'm a dog that nobody muzzling

Take me back to bumping all them CDs with my cousins

Them North Bay Haitians, blood thick like it's hardly running

Been had my fist up, been marching since a youngin

Sak pase with this parlay, I'm so Black Panther rugged

Pop my collar and my dreads get to shaking

How I move to the music got Medusa freeze framing

It's been five years, I've seen a lifetime of change

Tryna Stone Age the city but the culture too ingrained

Loyal to my soil, that's the energy I'm channeling

Don't do it for the clout, we move and then they bring them cameras in

Multiplied the product, but you can't deny the factors

The Bay ain't just on the map, we helped to make the atlas

From the land of where children are left with knife wounds

It's the reality but fuck it here's a nice tune

A bunch of people that really might end your life soon

I let the money talk, I don't want to fight you

These fuckers ruthless, they do it because they like to

These fuckers ruthless, they do it cause you got nice shoes

When you're locked in their sight, don't think they might move

Cause they be wetting man up, just like a typhoon

Manhattan keeps on making it

And Brooklyn keeps on taking it

But Texas in effect

I got in this bitch and put my stake in it

From Little Rock to banging

Niggas was slangin shit up in them bricks

Them Tony Montana fantasies, we fiending for that fix

Where babies be talking crazy

Even the bitches selling pixie sticks

To scratch my itch

I'd rather run them ditzy trixie Dixie chicks

Summa cum laude

Pull up swerving in that big body

Southern twang up in my speech

Purple chains be lookin gaudy

City slicker slipping when I'm dipping in and out the party

I'm selling them contradictions plus I'm sipping, leaning on Bacardi

A nigga like me is no other

Slicker than butter, blame that on my mother

Thinking of me and they shudder

Talking all gutter, given the fact that I'm southern

Happy we under the covers

Ain't use a rubber, but you was never my lover

Niggas be callin me brother, fuck you

Did I stiggitit-st-st-stutter nigga

I put my heat up on your beat, Brasco

Consider it a blessing from StarGod

Kenny skywalking the land of Nod

On Westheimer in Candy, Bissonet with Brandy

Niggas don't understand me cause they ain't dripping in sauce

The God, nigga

Got to get on your job, nigga

Hater get on your job, nigga

In American excess, flexin for breasts and checks

Can't live in this lifestyle, it's too hard, nigga

The tar face muthafucka with the bizarre taste

Allah states I am him, I could never be a sinner

The hard breaks, a reflection of life in this place

For the ATX/HTX Second Ward and North Lamar representer

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