[Intro: Baatin]
Slumber
Tek... Zilla
[Verse 1: Baatin]
I'm 17 and my motto is "Fuck a bitch"
Now I'm 27, still ain't giving a shit
Cause this rap game is lame, it's like the arcade
Spending ya little quarters, playing yourself
What you get is a high score, nothing to show for
Lighters on your page for a year, then it's over for
Nigga never gave a fuck from the get go
Play ya little game, reality is much better
With more cheddar to shred on these hoes
Niggas'll steel off to oppose, Whaaat!
Nowadays I smoke a L, just to keep from smokin' some niggas
Sit that ass back boy, your check ain't no bigger
When the monеy talk, the bullshit cease
Niggas is kinda quiеt these days it's kinda peace
Only the wealthiest niggas talk the least about
What they got (in the bank), but in the U.S
It's all about the status these days
Upper class or no class, cold cash
Or the gun blast on that ass
[Verse 2: Elzhi]
What you say, y'all the winners here?
So once you in the clear, prove it
NFL, we get the drop on you like music engineers
Wasn't born with a form of silverware
Needed dental care, this the village where
They build between 2 buildings here
I ain't playin' sleep til you're hibernatin'
Or you're finally wakin', lying naked in the eye of Satan
Verbally I'm a monster, freshest scar bone structure
Once the chrome touch, the chrome phone plugged in
You're gone in an instant the same way as my actions
Before my knowledge is born, my brain gets contractions
It's the S with thoughts, sharp enough to rip your flesh
You ain't smart enough
Partially rough as a barber cut, get your armor, what!
We could draw after 10 spaces then blaze 'em out
But I bet I fake 'em out like in The Matrix
What you thinkin' bout, I'll raise your doubt and eclipse the sun
Description un-tangible as my pencil swung
Slumber
Tek... Zilla
[Verse 1: Baatin]
I'm 17 and my motto is "Fuck a bitch"
Now I'm 27, still ain't giving a shit
Cause this rap game is lame, it's like the arcade
Spending ya little quarters, playing yourself
What you get is a high score, nothing to show for
Lighters on your page for a year, then it's over for
Nigga never gave a fuck from the get go
Play ya little game, reality is much better
With more cheddar to shred on these hoes
Niggas'll steel off to oppose, Whaaat!
Nowadays I smoke a L, just to keep from smokin' some niggas
Sit that ass back boy, your check ain't no bigger
When the monеy talk, the bullshit cease
Niggas is kinda quiеt these days it's kinda peace
Only the wealthiest niggas talk the least about
What they got (in the bank), but in the U.S
It's all about the status these days
Upper class or no class, cold cash
Or the gun blast on that ass
[Verse 2: Elzhi]
What you say, y'all the winners here?
So once you in the clear, prove it
NFL, we get the drop on you like music engineers
Wasn't born with a form of silverware
Needed dental care, this the village where
They build between 2 buildings here
I ain't playin' sleep til you're hibernatin'
Or you're finally wakin', lying naked in the eye of Satan
Verbally I'm a monster, freshest scar bone structure
Once the chrome touch, the chrome phone plugged in
You're gone in an instant the same way as my actions
Before my knowledge is born, my brain gets contractions
It's the S with thoughts, sharp enough to rip your flesh
You ain't smart enough
Partially rough as a barber cut, get your armor, what!
We could draw after 10 spaces then blaze 'em out
But I bet I fake 'em out like in The Matrix
What you thinkin' bout, I'll raise your doubt and eclipse the sun
Description un-tangible as my pencil swung
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