D'Battles - Wassa Hook

Описание: Drippin this sauce, these rappers are janitors. Ya they moppin it up
and they bittin my style that I’m bossin it up,
two crosses on me you know I’m prayed up,
gainin this weight say my chest getting buff
but I do not see how
cause I’m running that’s miles,
burning calories tryna turn millions to mansions,
please do not test me got built up aggression,
convicted felon
ya shit could hectic
shit could get deadly
if you disrespect me,
better think twice before you cross that line,
inferred beam shining bright at ya mind,
hair trigger pull at the drop of dime,
they bittin my Ryme
but didt know I was slime,
I pop the 5
come straight from the hive
If you walk in my step that set that’s a trap
Don’t give me dap cause I’m hard wit this rap
I set the trend and they follow
Niggas so sneaky they shallow
Don’t got no friends but my shadow
Stuck to my bitch like a shadow
My Heart is so broken it shadered,
Plus I don’t trust I been battered
Sharaya still wit me I’m flattered
I won a trophy
I had to put a ring in Kobe
I toat the rock like Ginobli
I collect money,
If you don’t owe me then you better act like you owe me
Say you action
Call me spike Lee I shoot movies
Any false movements I shoot it
I won Grammy
Way that I move so exclusive
12 right behind so I loose em
Always stay focused
Local rap Niggas they bogus
to them I’m so hard like a locus
The way I take off like a lotus
I got a fetish for lettuce
I’m vegetarian
In this rap game I’m a vetrin
I shoot the stick like a veterin
God is my weapon
Smith and Wesson my protection
Sacrifice to get a blessing
Stayed to learn a lesson
Stayed down for a while
Became humble like a child
Open eyes just to hear
Close mouth to hear sound
Bitch niggas not around
Around Bitch niggas never
Know they change like the weather
And they softer than a feather
I’m blowin up grab shelter
Tried to skip a couple levels
My way, ain’t work, had to shake shake off the devil
Mama don’t worry I’m cumin up quickly
Cumin up in a hurry
Fucked the game like virgin
Too raw don’t need a rubber
In the game never fumble
Set rules like your honor
I’m charge like a foreman
They was sleepin on me they was snorin
I woke em up No alarm
Nigga bliggin like a charm
Bells of hay like a farm
I’m smokin gas to relax
Sippin lean out flask
Want a verse Imma tax
Want a hook I need a bag
Nothing personal just want my cash
They tried to leave me in the past
Now I’m on they neck I’m on they ass
Coming from last was a long long way
But now I’m first place I lived up in my rank
Had to reset on a Nigga
I’m re invented
I had to take this shit serious
I had to listen
I had to take into consideration that I’m a lil different
I got the ticket
I got the vision
I am the referee I got the whistle
I am the bullet I don’t need no pistol cause all of my niggas considered as Hitta’s
The shit that I’m talking is so realistic
Ya I talk the talk but my walk a Lil bigger
Them bands in my pants make me walk a lil different
Drip set me apart I’m not hard to distinguish
Might get some free game if you sit back and listen
I speak in Ebonics
Not hooked on no phonix
Been down for so long I done gathered some knowledge
I feel so high up put it in auto pilot
Bitch

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