Chakadachakadachapadakapa
Oh my breakfast on the table
What up everybody, it's your girl Ty Ty
I'm dropping an EP, let me drop an intro on it
Yeah, nothing major, listen
Look,
I told you I'm dropping an EP,
opinionated,
I spit views in 3D
Three directions,
I spit game,
real balls,
deliver wordplay
You bang on the wall,
so you paranoid,
I tumbled your wish
Ain't nobody asking me how I got here You won't eat me,
you won't plead it
Moaned out on my raw spits,
I punch your face,
your jaw bleeding
Cool rhymes,
but I don't wanna estimate my character
I'm a savage,
you can't challenge,
I can angel,
choose,
embarrass you
It's totally what you never thought it is,
I'm never cliche
But any means,
if we run the game,
I'll run you out on free lane
I ain't show no sympathy,
I had a hard time playing con
People tryna test me,
my lyrics and them is on the eyes
You check my strong points,
nigga,
and now you feel the heat
Wonder why I started rapping,
my favorite way to defeat
You're criticizing my beats like a record
label's the ish Cut me out of your top ten,
you can't compare them to a beast
I came from nothing,
came from the streets,
the beats,
percussions Spazzing in the hood,
you spaz with the goons,
so the scales you cuffing
Ty Ty
Man,
stress of a genius, EP
Um,
apparently it's done,
so I'm being asked to drop a 16
Oh,
I don't know what I'm gonna rap,
so if I choke,
forgive me,
yo,
get life,
it dog But let me drop a 16 before we continue
Ay,
ay,
I'm awoken,
how it lips in the compass The propellers enlighten the scorned,
bag the surpassed,
the ones within them
I speak Genesis,
the first and the first beginning I spit
venom like I extract the DNA of cobra living
I complicate the perspective of
genders and hit or pedo the chromosome
Make it all look like it's all gimmicks,
like force-filled analysis I lay out a point scale
in each column and bottle total and more comparison
Don't be so skeptical,
like endogenous economists We found out
opinions that only capture the pessimist
Mind you,
I only break rules when the hell breaks loose
That's the only chance I have to ridicule,
excuse me,
I'm a rebel
But wait,
the store manager couldn't fire me,
I'm bulletproof And these people can't stand me like a ched load
I'm sorry, man, let me get it back, yeah
I've been a doing mash on these instrumentals
Bypassing, got you asking if I ever met you
Slick dipping on your bars,
man,
them I'd select you
Hang you by the top of the ceiling,
torture speak of a virtue,
huh
Never tell a story about the mafia jazz
Pay attention to lyrical,
the themes in the grass
Ministries of the old coji that I die for
You ain't got a sacrifice cause you on parole
The flip and the flap,
monarchy basic on rap *
Trapping and dabbing,
you're lacking the taste of the smash pit
Napping on rappers like a dose,
I'm sleeping on that bitch
you