[Hook: Stevie Ross]
Fallin', fallin', fallin', we ain't fallin' for the sneak
Hear a lot of talking but they jocking for the reach
They gon' switch up on the low, never hit you in your face
Hit you in your face, never hit you in your face
[Verse 1: Merkules]
Nah I never been a fan of the wackness
Been around the world with a map and an atlas
All the mumble rap is a massive distraction
You ain't Sway you ain't have all the answers, nah!
Everything I see you do is run of the mill
But fuck it you feelin I'm killin' like I'm Buffalo Bill
Been through the thunder and hell, I got my act together
So I dare you to name somebody who's rappin' better
I betcha won't, til you can't, til you should, but you couldn't
Cause I'm dope, I'm the man, got the kush and my hoodie
Got a scope and a lens and a bush fulla bullets
With my finger on the trigger I can push til I pull it
I came outta my mom with a mic attached
It's like I siphon gas and then I write these raps
And all these other cats bite like a Tyson match
But you can find me on the web like Spiderman
I'm comin' to kill em, these mothafuckas suck, I'm the realest
The whole freshman cover is number one on my hitlist
And you get punched in the grill, cause I run it like fitness
I see your girl front row tryin' to suck on my didick
I said NO!
They pump us up they used to try and punk us out
My team is dressed for a funeral we don't fuck around
Fallin', fallin', fallin', we ain't fallin' for the sneak
Hear a lot of talking but they jocking for the reach
They gon' switch up on the low, never hit you in your face
Hit you in your face, never hit you in your face
[Verse 1: Merkules]
Nah I never been a fan of the wackness
Been around the world with a map and an atlas
All the mumble rap is a massive distraction
You ain't Sway you ain't have all the answers, nah!
Everything I see you do is run of the mill
But fuck it you feelin I'm killin' like I'm Buffalo Bill
Been through the thunder and hell, I got my act together
So I dare you to name somebody who's rappin' better
I betcha won't, til you can't, til you should, but you couldn't
Cause I'm dope, I'm the man, got the kush and my hoodie
Got a scope and a lens and a bush fulla bullets
With my finger on the trigger I can push til I pull it
I came outta my mom with a mic attached
It's like I siphon gas and then I write these raps
And all these other cats bite like a Tyson match
But you can find me on the web like Spiderman
I'm comin' to kill em, these mothafuckas suck, I'm the realest
The whole freshman cover is number one on my hitlist
And you get punched in the grill, cause I run it like fitness
I see your girl front row tryin' to suck on my didick
I said NO!
They pump us up they used to try and punk us out
My team is dressed for a funeral we don't fuck around
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