Street Smart Lyrics

Yeah

Will C

The Realest

Street Smart

Let's go

Yeah

I come in swingin' a battle axe

Razzle dazzle raps

Like a dentist's pick to your platinum plaques

The only rapper who'd look natural in a MAGA hat

I pop a cap, you wanna stop and listen like a Snapple fact

So have y'all figured the winner yet?

I'm omnipotent; you're a incel on the internet

I'm the bigger threat; you're belligerent

You think you're earnin' interest? You're impotent

My dick could pitch a bigger tent

(Ooooooo)

I bare it all with my pants on

Your man's ensemble's on a roll like a jam, dawg

We the ones rappers depends on

Holdin' dance songs for ransom

Blockin' unwanted flows like a tampon

(DAMN SON)

The prodigy finesse

You know I keep it G - like I'm followin' an F

I just wanna bring it on the Five Fingers of Death

Will C to wreckin' beats like Jesse Pinkman to meth

So blink and your next

My brinksmanship has Lincoln impressed

I think you're depressed

I'm hopin' that your shrink is the best

I'll sink in your chest and wrinkle your vest

Slink in and bring a fuckin' minx to your nest and sprinkle the zest

(Yuuughh)

You tryna figure they Griselda or Dreamville

We tryna reckon which record should we kill

The street shills with the least chill

Please, geeze

These beat skills feel like a brave way to make a meek mill

(WOOOO)

I'm layin' in the cut like a bandaid

Your mans ain't playin'

Donald Trump on the campaign

I'll mansplain to anybody up on my fanpage

Claimin' there is anything that's something I can't say

I stay slumped in my man cave

Can't go to other rappers' shows because I chug on the champagne

Get drunk on a rampage

And jump on the damn stage to kick up a ruckus of funk to fuck up the landscape

(Yeah)

Got alotta reason to

My philosophy's if you ain't shittin', off the pot

So keep the profit growin', locked and loaded, creepin', movin'

'Til the guap is leakin' thru the pocket like it's Pikachu

(Pika piiii)

Lamplighter, champ fighter

Hold your fuckin' hands higher

I keep burnin' suckers like a vampire campfire

I be turnin' numbers like a hand dialer

Lift my crew while y'all be spurnin' brothers like the Klan

(DAYUM)

If you wanna play me on a track I'll get my Brady on and snap

The fuckin' Le'Veon of rap

I got your lady on my lap

This is way beyond an act of entertainment dawg, in fact

This that crazy talk that parked your homie Shady on the map

(Hi! My name is...)

You're lazy on it, lackluster

Way beyond a whack buster

I be talkin' smack like early Jay-Z on a track

Plus I'm bravely on a path to gettin' bags

There ain't been this many cranks around a cracker since the Last Supper

(Wait, wasn't Jesus Black?)

And now I'm comin' out the Upper West

Your album is a fuckin' mess

You'll prolly make a buck at best

I got it on my bucket list to never listen once, and yes

You pumpkinheads should just confess:

You prolly wear a fuckin' dress

(WOAH!)

Not that there's anything wrong with that

It's just that the target of these bars typically wants

To project a traditionally masculine image

So... you know

Yeah

Palms to llamas like a pettin' zoo

Dog, look whatchu gettin' to

Obama with the retinue

Got commas with the revenue

I'm Dahmer when I execute

Osama with the wreckin' crew

So asalam aleikum

Fuck a Biden-Harris rally, fuck a MAGA Twenty-twenty

I been stackin' every penny way from back in February

Wrappin' presents getting ready to pack them in the cemetery

Have a happy merry merry

I drop rhymes with hard lines that chop diamonds

Scar wives like popped hymens

Large size like Carmine's and stop crimes like cop sirens

Rotweiler sharp timin'

Yet only do this shit part time - that's smart hirin'

Soon as the beat starts I'm chargin'

Stopping these sparks? You're charmin'

Hop to these parts in Harlem

Non-compete clause? You're darlin'

Bars are meat, y'all - I'm starvin'

I got beast marks at Harvard, dawg

You fuckin' retards aren't even street smart