World Wide Cypher 2 Scru Face Jean (Ft. 954mari, Daddyphatsnaps, Dan Bull, DizzyEight, FrivolousShara, Joey Nato, Murkemz, Nunn Nunn, Rustage, Shwabadi, Ty Wild & void)
[Intro: Joey Nato]
Woo, who made this beat? Nato!
[Verse 1: Joey Nato]
Look, I was twenty seven when I got on, I was crazy late
But I knew my day was coming like I had a save the date
Starving at the table, I was staring at a paper plate
Played my cards right, and now look youngin, I crazy ate
Now everything I do hits, I never miss Jackson
If losing is normal, I guess I'm an outcast then
Director of my life, less chatting and more action
Married to a model, yeah, she thicker than an accent
Revenue is adding, thanks for asking by the way
Man, you probably saw an ad of me like seven times today
You need a beat for a cypher? OK, that's something that I can do
But you know I gotta be in it like Tobey and Andrew
Man, it took everything to get here, so fuck you noobs
Like Doctor Strange I swear I had to jump through hoops
Used to be black air forces, now it's custom shoes, bro
Ay Scru, we got one, so we yelling out Uno
Oh, it's supposed to be sixteen, I don't know what that shit mean
My art got no ceiling, what the fuck is the Sistine?
Rapper with no tats, I don't smoke and don't sip lean
But my numbers are high, lucky squad his team, Nato
[Verse 2: 954mari]
They tryna take shots, but they better off shooting black rock
Scrape him after he cross me and peel like scabs on a black top
My sole is on his temple, he Red Skulled with a bad knot
Ducking Jakes like the Ice King, dogs bark in the backdrop
Step with crazy drive like I'm flying past with expired tags
Roll up out your lane, I ain't sparing shit, boy, I'm striking that
You speak a web of lies, bro, you only fly in a spider trap
I crush your snake head in the dirt, and get a diamond back
You a waste to rap around I'm tailored to speak to people
Hate turns brothers to demons, it's really root of the evil
In the field with no cleated sneakers, but been my brothers keeper
I got four and he don't, we split two and two like ballerinas
I strayed away from K's and mines, wild packs toting muzzled gats
Choppas that stutter static something like suffering succotash
Motherfuckers be cap, say I'm wack, nigga, stay real
Spit with a flow sick enough to hit 'em through face shields
Woo, who made this beat? Nato!
[Verse 1: Joey Nato]
Look, I was twenty seven when I got on, I was crazy late
But I knew my day was coming like I had a save the date
Starving at the table, I was staring at a paper plate
Played my cards right, and now look youngin, I crazy ate
Now everything I do hits, I never miss Jackson
If losing is normal, I guess I'm an outcast then
Director of my life, less chatting and more action
Married to a model, yeah, she thicker than an accent
Revenue is adding, thanks for asking by the way
Man, you probably saw an ad of me like seven times today
You need a beat for a cypher? OK, that's something that I can do
But you know I gotta be in it like Tobey and Andrew
Man, it took everything to get here, so fuck you noobs
Like Doctor Strange I swear I had to jump through hoops
Used to be black air forces, now it's custom shoes, bro
Ay Scru, we got one, so we yelling out Uno
Oh, it's supposed to be sixteen, I don't know what that shit mean
My art got no ceiling, what the fuck is the Sistine?
Rapper with no tats, I don't smoke and don't sip lean
But my numbers are high, lucky squad his team, Nato
[Verse 2: 954mari]
They tryna take shots, but they better off shooting black rock
Scrape him after he cross me and peel like scabs on a black top
My sole is on his temple, he Red Skulled with a bad knot
Ducking Jakes like the Ice King, dogs bark in the backdrop
Step with crazy drive like I'm flying past with expired tags
Roll up out your lane, I ain't sparing shit, boy, I'm striking that
You speak a web of lies, bro, you only fly in a spider trap
I crush your snake head in the dirt, and get a diamond back
You a waste to rap around I'm tailored to speak to people
Hate turns brothers to demons, it's really root of the evil
In the field with no cleated sneakers, but been my brothers keeper
I got four and he don't, we split two and two like ballerinas
I strayed away from K's and mines, wild packs toting muzzled gats
Choppas that stutter static something like suffering succotash
Motherfuckers be cap, say I'm wack, nigga, stay real
Spit with a flow sick enough to hit 'em through face shields
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