Lyrics
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The feeling I'm feeling I'm feeling it often
I think I be lost in
The back of my thoughts with the shit I ignore and
My pen is assaulting
Every line that I punch with a thrill that's rewarding
My skill is important
c plaque wasn't need my nigga I'm flossing
No gimmicks
Yeah yeah
This a scrimmage
Yeah yeah
You a snitch
Yeah yeah
This is quidditch
Yeah yeah
Throw a fit
Yeah yeah
That's your image
Yeah yeah
If you with it
Yeah yeah
Bitch I'm with it yeah
Had to switch the flow to match the gimmicks
Now before I go I gotta preach a line that's fitting
I ball like pick and roll Lavar Melo and hoes that's tricking
Backflip a tuck and roll
I float on flows like boats and women
I'm from the 410
Roaches and spinners left over dinners
Vato on the top floor got snow and coal before winter
Truth was told remember
Momma wished her
Baby boy wasn't down woods catching splinters served by subpoenas
B's and C's no learning curve move me to the burbs
Burning urbs bending curbs what's the word
Introduced to home invasions
Lock the top lock drop top coped a new Glock red dots chicken pox
No gimmicks
Yeah yeah
This a scrimmage
Yeah yeah
You a snitch
Yeah yeah
This is quidditch
Yeah yeah
Throw a fit
Yeah yeah
That's your image
Yeah yeah
If you with it
Yeah yeah
Bitch I'm with it yeah
I laugh atcha
c lot of y'all showing y'all's ass I'm bout to throw cash atcha
Y'all ass backwards
I ex opponents no need to do the math after
I'm suited for this I'm that dapper
Done looted the rich and then after
Gave it back to my cul-de-sac they ain't need to ask like a lumberjack I
Got no limits
Bar after bar like alcohol until I'm dizzy
I fit descriptions of being that nigga
I keep it a buck like a doppelgänger of Curtis Jackson and hunting seasons
There is no reason to be even Steven
I can't be beaten I'm training niggas with my drafts like it's preseason
While I puff on that Indonesian
c true artesian
It's D E E T R c
Can't fuck with me N c D c
Know how to get money like every which way
Don't need ID what you know bout face
Work real hard
What you know bout cake
Got black trucks picking me up from my place
Need cash now I don't know how to wait
Top one winner I want no debate
He paying me for my time cause I never come out my house for free
Lil shorty she gon make it bounce for me
Gas she come get the ounce from DEE
Don't say bless me bitch I fuck around and bless you if you tryna be around me
If I sneeze
Fuck around bitch a bless you if you tryna be around
Talk my shit huh
Talk my shit huh
Fuck around talk up out his lip he get the clip huh
Pay me five bands talk my shit huh
I talk my shit huh
Nigga I talk my shit huh
Baltimore bitch yeah this Baltimore bitch
This that NcDc world shit
This that NcDc world bitch yeah
WRITERS
Diamond Barmer, Omari Johnson
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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