[Intro]
Don't hate us
'Cause our flows makes us mo' paper
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
Unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed
With the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick
Unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed
With the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick
[Verse 1: Rame Royal]
Since the beginning, I only been in it for winning
Through every inning 'til the ending, chase Gs, these pretty women
Are just here to make my ride a full course with all the trimmings
Swimmin' in my water tank and drinkin' Henn' and lemon
It's realistic, you got shit twisted, don't get lifted off the feet
I keep 6 clips with my heat like I'm enlisted
Nigga this is far from the Army, Navy or Marines
We forming the gravy, new lyrical criminal team
To make the green, fuck you fakers, my eyes dreamy
For that 2000 Benz with doors like Lamborghini's
Or Carrera Porsche, still enforce ones with flavor
Bitch save the royal, players don't hate an innovator
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
You got a disease, nigga, so please ease away from me's, nigga
My feas ease Bs about that cheese, nigga
Your Ph balanced for a man, but made for the woman
Let's understand this, niggas backwards "tihs kcuf!"
When do the shit stop? Nigga, like Alanis we live and learn
'Bout to playa hate when a nigga get his Gs, flippin' hella keys
Fuckin' bitches, money got the riches
When the other Mitches work at Mickey D's
I done seen, niggas straight hate me, mean mug me, wanna slug me (What?)
Currency thickness due to the bitch sickness
This Tecca Nina, niggas hate me thinkin' that they grass is greena
They the tortoise and I'm the kcufin' hyena, never dealin' with a bitch
Nigga, this one goes to the bitch one's hoes
This one flows like a quick gun blows when the bitch shit unfolds
Watch him
Don't hate us
'Cause our flows makes us mo' paper
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
Unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed
With the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick
Unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed
With the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick
[Verse 1: Rame Royal]
Since the beginning, I only been in it for winning
Through every inning 'til the ending, chase Gs, these pretty women
Are just here to make my ride a full course with all the trimmings
Swimmin' in my water tank and drinkin' Henn' and lemon
It's realistic, you got shit twisted, don't get lifted off the feet
I keep 6 clips with my heat like I'm enlisted
Nigga this is far from the Army, Navy or Marines
We forming the gravy, new lyrical criminal team
To make the green, fuck you fakers, my eyes dreamy
For that 2000 Benz with doors like Lamborghini's
Or Carrera Porsche, still enforce ones with flavor
Bitch save the royal, players don't hate an innovator
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
You got a disease, nigga, so please ease away from me's, nigga
My feas ease Bs about that cheese, nigga
Your Ph balanced for a man, but made for the woman
Let's understand this, niggas backwards "tihs kcuf!"
When do the shit stop? Nigga, like Alanis we live and learn
'Bout to playa hate when a nigga get his Gs, flippin' hella keys
Fuckin' bitches, money got the riches
When the other Mitches work at Mickey D's
I done seen, niggas straight hate me, mean mug me, wanna slug me (What?)
Currency thickness due to the bitch sickness
This Tecca Nina, niggas hate me thinkin' that they grass is greena
They the tortoise and I'm the kcufin' hyena, never dealin' with a bitch
Nigga, this one goes to the bitch one's hoes
This one flows like a quick gun blows when the bitch shit unfolds
Watch him
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