(Intro: Tino Vega)
Yeah, yo, yo new start baby, what
Genix, all day every day, atomic, hard head baby
(Verse 1: Tino Vega)
Yo, yo, ay, yo in this two triple 0 spitting fire flow
Through your team photos and hit me up
Don’t give them Tampa hoes a dime, they be shiesty
Awful pricey, acting like they too hot for polar icees
They want their diamond watches now, smell the power
Watch me peel out, on a nigga dollar mountain biking
You heard what jigga said right, get to bouncing
Catch a cab or take a city bus ride or something
No blunt puffing for you, what happened to you
You used to be battle-able, this tragedy sounded very true
See that chick in the berry blue skirt, she called me a jerk
For working the wars too long, I had her on her knees and palms
Screaming my song for treating me wrong
The groupie soon to be singing along
It takes not long at all just to feel what I’m on
And Celph putting me on
(And that’s the type of shit we on)
(Verse 2: RK )
Ay, you it’s RK, running to kill
Not your everyday run of the mill emcee
That’s running the field with guns full of steel
Navigating the globe with a compass and shield
I don’t fumble for real, run though block stumbling steel
While rupturing shield and crumpling heels
Living large, dog, but I’m still hungry for mills
I was summoned for skill but let niggas know, lord is coming for real
Covered in teal, with hundreds of pills, cause we popping at will
We mad enough to pop shots at your bill
And in the meantime, we shopping for deals
With lots of appeal, I got to rhyme like a klepto has to steal
I spit more heat than a Glock in your grill
Noting I got is concealed, easily seen like you watching a film
Everything I spit they dropping it real
My words are like motion pictures grubbing for mills
RK the hip hop equivalent of Steven Speil
Yeah, yo, yo new start baby, what
Genix, all day every day, atomic, hard head baby
(Verse 1: Tino Vega)
Yo, yo, ay, yo in this two triple 0 spitting fire flow
Through your team photos and hit me up
Don’t give them Tampa hoes a dime, they be shiesty
Awful pricey, acting like they too hot for polar icees
They want their diamond watches now, smell the power
Watch me peel out, on a nigga dollar mountain biking
You heard what jigga said right, get to bouncing
Catch a cab or take a city bus ride or something
No blunt puffing for you, what happened to you
You used to be battle-able, this tragedy sounded very true
See that chick in the berry blue skirt, she called me a jerk
For working the wars too long, I had her on her knees and palms
Screaming my song for treating me wrong
The groupie soon to be singing along
It takes not long at all just to feel what I’m on
And Celph putting me on
(And that’s the type of shit we on)
(Verse 2: RK )
Ay, you it’s RK, running to kill
Not your everyday run of the mill emcee
That’s running the field with guns full of steel
Navigating the globe with a compass and shield
I don’t fumble for real, run though block stumbling steel
While rupturing shield and crumpling heels
Living large, dog, but I’m still hungry for mills
I was summoned for skill but let niggas know, lord is coming for real
Covered in teal, with hundreds of pills, cause we popping at will
We mad enough to pop shots at your bill
And in the meantime, we shopping for deals
With lots of appeal, I got to rhyme like a klepto has to steal
I spit more heat than a Glock in your grill
Noting I got is concealed, easily seen like you watching a film
Everything I spit they dropping it real
My words are like motion pictures grubbing for mills
RK the hip hop equivalent of Steven Speil
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