[Verse 1: Tame One]
I'm finding it funny how dudes got their whole bounce from me
But the only ones they getting from rapping is brown money
Many a penny still ain't enough dollars to holler
So try harder, you can't profit off it? Then why bother?
Imma be ballin' probably calling your main squeezy
To come and see me, completely enthralled by Tame weezy
As easy as I could tap her
I wonder how many other rappers done had her
And got a blow job after, not that it matters
Better than B.I., from North New Jersey C-I-T-Y
I just handle my b.i., work and murk
And you see why dudes is acting like Tame two's
And crews is on it, I do a performance
Next day YouTube is showing it
You get a pat on your back with a [?]
While my purple bud got me
Blowing golden rings for turtle doves
I never heard of you scrubs
I drop the top on you convertible thugs
My buzz in the Bricks doubles every time I get into trouble
You hardly [?] coming up shorter than Barney Rubble
[Verse 2: Del the Funky Homosapien]
From my observation I'm agitated
The way that niggas say that they stunting
But the only weight they pushing
Is their waist and their stomach
Souped off juice like Bishop and wishing for riches
It's so suspicious, without ambition it's superstition
Your bitch fishin', tricking on niggas with more riches
The hoe's senseless, and have no interest to D-Z-L
NFL, niggas for life, citizens who spy (got you)
Your bitch licking for ice, pitiful life
But I maneuver and swerve in Oakland, Cali
Between eight [?] and the burbs
Where they knew I was fluent with words
Stupid thorough without effort, sparking trends
Your friends bite it, I get in the cypher
Within minutes they rapping like him (stop it)
You get the thizz face, big mistake
As I demonstrate my flow is to dynamic for you to imitate
You simians just simulate, you [?] hard
But them hollows will penetrate
That's why I'm reclusive, in the Bay producing
You never knew it, Chyeah
I'm finding it funny how dudes got their whole bounce from me
But the only ones they getting from rapping is brown money
Many a penny still ain't enough dollars to holler
So try harder, you can't profit off it? Then why bother?
Imma be ballin' probably calling your main squeezy
To come and see me, completely enthralled by Tame weezy
As easy as I could tap her
I wonder how many other rappers done had her
And got a blow job after, not that it matters
Better than B.I., from North New Jersey C-I-T-Y
I just handle my b.i., work and murk
And you see why dudes is acting like Tame two's
And crews is on it, I do a performance
Next day YouTube is showing it
You get a pat on your back with a [?]
While my purple bud got me
Blowing golden rings for turtle doves
I never heard of you scrubs
I drop the top on you convertible thugs
My buzz in the Bricks doubles every time I get into trouble
You hardly [?] coming up shorter than Barney Rubble
[Verse 2: Del the Funky Homosapien]
From my observation I'm agitated
The way that niggas say that they stunting
But the only weight they pushing
Is their waist and their stomach
Souped off juice like Bishop and wishing for riches
It's so suspicious, without ambition it's superstition
Your bitch fishin', tricking on niggas with more riches
The hoe's senseless, and have no interest to D-Z-L
NFL, niggas for life, citizens who spy (got you)
Your bitch licking for ice, pitiful life
But I maneuver and swerve in Oakland, Cali
Between eight [?] and the burbs
Where they knew I was fluent with words
Stupid thorough without effort, sparking trends
Your friends bite it, I get in the cypher
Within minutes they rapping like him (stop it)
You get the thizz face, big mistake
As I demonstrate my flow is to dynamic for you to imitate
You simians just simulate, you [?] hard
But them hollows will penetrate
That's why I'm reclusive, in the Bay producing
You never knew it, Chyeah
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