Hypnotic Spitten Art (Ft. Lil Tracy)
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[Intro: xDolphin]
Is an introduction really necessary for someone we all know so well?
Ayy, yuh, it's the Dolphin
Ayy, nigga, it's that Star Trek, it's that Trek Shit
Shoutsout to the whole- to the whole clan, man
Nigga, we finna make moves, you feel me? Ayy
Yo
I see my nigga Chai Tea
[Verse 1: xDolphin]
Damn, it's so much shit on my mind
I'ma rep Star Trek 'til I live in the sky
I swear, beef pointless like stickin' dick in a dyke
I don't fuck with drama, I'd rather puff marijuana
A lot of niggas doing dirt for the commas
Little do they know, they finna get some bad karma
I'm so cautious when I near these niggas
They put the strap to my head, I don't fear these niggas
It's five in the morning, still in the booth working
You niggas still sleep, boy I hear them birds chirpin'
The bars that I kick hella tight like a virgin
Rap game like a ocean, I'm underwater but I'm emergin'
Fuck the cops, them niggas took my brother
Free my nigga ASAP, I hate too see him suffer
A lotta niggas act hard, but it's only a cover
I'm a real ass nigga, I don't fuck wit' no suckers
Unless it's a female, open up her legs, I'm in her box like a E-Mail
Shoutsout to Based God, I hit him up on G-Mail
I talked to the Based God, I still got the E-Mail
Is an introduction really necessary for someone we all know so well?
Ayy, yuh, it's the Dolphin
Ayy, nigga, it's that Star Trek, it's that Trek Shit
Shoutsout to the whole- to the whole clan, man
Nigga, we finna make moves, you feel me? Ayy
Yo
I see my nigga Chai Tea
[Verse 1: xDolphin]
Damn, it's so much shit on my mind
I'ma rep Star Trek 'til I live in the sky
I swear, beef pointless like stickin' dick in a dyke
I don't fuck with drama, I'd rather puff marijuana
A lot of niggas doing dirt for the commas
Little do they know, they finna get some bad karma
I'm so cautious when I near these niggas
They put the strap to my head, I don't fear these niggas
It's five in the morning, still in the booth working
You niggas still sleep, boy I hear them birds chirpin'
The bars that I kick hella tight like a virgin
Rap game like a ocean, I'm underwater but I'm emergin'
Fuck the cops, them niggas took my brother
Free my nigga ASAP, I hate too see him suffer
A lotta niggas act hard, but it's only a cover
I'm a real ass nigga, I don't fuck wit' no suckers
Unless it's a female, open up her legs, I'm in her box like a E-Mail
Shoutsout to Based God, I hit him up on G-Mail
I talked to the Based God, I still got the E-Mail
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