[Intro]
[KB]
Ayo
Rav out here still lookin for his snare and shit
[Scuare]
Hey Rav!
I think I found it!
[KB]
I think Scuare found his snare and shit
[Rav]
Wait for real?
[KB]
Intros are easy
[Scuare]
Oh, no no no no, it's a hi-hat...
[KB]
Wait, is it recording?
[Rav]
Yeah! (laughter)
[Verse 1: Kill Bill]
Dime ‘em up
Me and Rav on the track like making diamonds touch
He the R.K.O. I'm the diamond cut
Find your crutch or get suplexed
Fuck around, I turn ‘em into oobleck
Who next, Goldberg run it
I ain’t trynna end up in the vulture’s stomach
Bitch I feel like I'm Armor King when I’m blunted
I’m Lord Infamous, hoe I run it
Stoned like pumice
Solid as snakes
Thinkin’ I’m good, I promise I’m great
How many ways can I possibly say it?
You all in my face, you get tossed in your place
I think I’m Ma$e, I think I’m Puffy right after the case
I think I’m losing my passion to chase
I think I’m losing my mind
Right at the line and I’m tappin’ the brakes
Used to run from my problems
Now they sitting attached to my waist
They told me those years I spent rapping were nothing
But sad I imagine the actual waste
Now I’m in Texas
Now all my friends are the bestest
Now I be rapping with legends, aye
I give a fuck what your records say
I own myself today
It’s fuck ‘em
[KB]
Ayo
Rav out here still lookin for his snare and shit
[Scuare]
Hey Rav!
I think I found it!
[KB]
I think Scuare found his snare and shit
[Rav]
Wait for real?
[KB]
Intros are easy
[Scuare]
Oh, no no no no, it's a hi-hat...
[KB]
Wait, is it recording?
[Rav]
Yeah! (laughter)
[Verse 1: Kill Bill]
Dime ‘em up
Me and Rav on the track like making diamonds touch
He the R.K.O. I'm the diamond cut
Find your crutch or get suplexed
Fuck around, I turn ‘em into oobleck
Who next, Goldberg run it
I ain’t trynna end up in the vulture’s stomach
Bitch I feel like I'm Armor King when I’m blunted
I’m Lord Infamous, hoe I run it
Stoned like pumice
Solid as snakes
Thinkin’ I’m good, I promise I’m great
How many ways can I possibly say it?
You all in my face, you get tossed in your place
I think I’m Ma$e, I think I’m Puffy right after the case
I think I’m losing my passion to chase
I think I’m losing my mind
Right at the line and I’m tappin’ the brakes
Used to run from my problems
Now they sitting attached to my waist
They told me those years I spent rapping were nothing
But sad I imagine the actual waste
Now I’m in Texas
Now all my friends are the bestest
Now I be rapping with legends, aye
I give a fuck what your records say
I own myself today
It’s fuck ‘em
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