Gang Sign John Wall Lyrics

Pay homage to the god of the rhyme

Treat you motherfuckin' rappers

Like it's clobbering time

If you fuckers think I'm cappin'

Check my product design

Cody Kimb got that shit tapping

And the author is I

I'm leaving yall intertwined

And you caught in a bind

They think i'm outta my mind

Way that i'm on a grind

Till my cheers fade away

And it's time to retire

People said they wanted dope

Know that I'm the supplier

You punks are make believe

And when i'm bussing son

I play for keeps

You bums are nothing

But a bunch of mother fucking

Waste of beats

I'm a beast

On stage or a vacant street

Jump into the cypher

And they bolt with that Jamaican speed

A contradiction, I want reparations over slavery

But let my dominatrix treat me like i got no agency

Make you peace

Make you meet your maker

After making beats

Play with ease, like i been making 3's

Before my baby teeth

Everybody hating

Ain't no more debating

I be banging

Like I got a hundred overall rating

Ain't nobody waiting

I told yall to be patient

Cause I'm banging

Like I got a hundred overall rating

Yo don't even trip

Weed between my lips

What i need to live

Please forget

Watch me beat the piss

And then we plead the fifth

Keep it zipped

I don't speak to kids

Fuck you think this is

Believe in this

I will eat a beat

Till i need a bib

I'm the best

This is how i flex

You ain't gotta check

Awesome rep

Watch me walk the steps

Like i'm arthur fleck

I tugging on fuckas cape

Then going after Martha next

Mirror mirror tell me who's the illest

It is not a guess

So make your records

I ain't hearing your voice

Somebody really outta told you

Bout liberian boys

We in the cut

Keeping very good poise

It get you very destroyed

A force of nature you can barely avoid