[Intro: DJ Rated R & GhostWriter]
As we keep it movin', we still in here
(Chyeah, GhostWriter, Ill Spoken) Ill Spoken still in here
Let’s go, man
Yeah, yeah, ayo, look (Can't forget Fast Eddie Productions)
[Verse 1: GhostWriter]
Young scholar spittin' with the reckless mouth
Spit it in the kitchen ’cause a nigga dishin' records out
Finger-lickin' messages, verbal kick-back
So I'm pistol-whippin' pessimists (Uh-huh)
So get equipped with extra pins (Extra pins)
I keep writin' without gettin' up to stretch my limbs (Stretch my limbs)
Olympic bars, got 'em thinkin’ I just left the gym
I just left the gym (Yeah), realized how I spread my phlegm
Fam, I define no comparison
Wannabe tough guys, save me the embarrassment (Fuck outta here, man)
Walk around, pistols on safety like Harrison
Rodney, two points, you walked in
Into Clue, oinks in your conversations
You dine in swine, that’s confirmation
Wine and dine, fine vagine
Shorty got to climbin' high (Uh-huh), shit was kinda dry
Improvise, got inside her mind (Haha, hey, yo, look at this bitch)
Ha, sike, I don’t wine and dine shit
Rhyme sick, pull my dick out in front of a blind bitch (Haha)
You can't match the slang, lame, watch me max your pain
Ill Spoken, number one stock in the rap exchange
Speakin' for itself is my independent spittin' style
Runaway lines, brutalize like a missin’ child (Okay)
I take shots at you rappers 'cause your shit is foul (Shit is foul)
Killed the art, now I'm headin' a vindictive crowd
Ya chick's friends with my dick, and it's her biggest pal
It's always there to comfort her when she's feelin' down
Dance with they vocabulary, smashin' every adversary
As we keep it movin', we still in here
(Chyeah, GhostWriter, Ill Spoken) Ill Spoken still in here
Let’s go, man
Yeah, yeah, ayo, look (Can't forget Fast Eddie Productions)
[Verse 1: GhostWriter]
Young scholar spittin' with the reckless mouth
Spit it in the kitchen ’cause a nigga dishin' records out
Finger-lickin' messages, verbal kick-back
So I'm pistol-whippin' pessimists (Uh-huh)
So get equipped with extra pins (Extra pins)
I keep writin' without gettin' up to stretch my limbs (Stretch my limbs)
Olympic bars, got 'em thinkin’ I just left the gym
I just left the gym (Yeah), realized how I spread my phlegm
Fam, I define no comparison
Wannabe tough guys, save me the embarrassment (Fuck outta here, man)
Walk around, pistols on safety like Harrison
Rodney, two points, you walked in
Into Clue, oinks in your conversations
You dine in swine, that’s confirmation
Wine and dine, fine vagine
Shorty got to climbin' high (Uh-huh), shit was kinda dry
Improvise, got inside her mind (Haha, hey, yo, look at this bitch)
Ha, sike, I don’t wine and dine shit
Rhyme sick, pull my dick out in front of a blind bitch (Haha)
You can't match the slang, lame, watch me max your pain
Ill Spoken, number one stock in the rap exchange
Speakin' for itself is my independent spittin' style
Runaway lines, brutalize like a missin’ child (Okay)
I take shots at you rappers 'cause your shit is foul (Shit is foul)
Killed the art, now I'm headin' a vindictive crowd
Ya chick's friends with my dick, and it's her biggest pal
It's always there to comfort her when she's feelin' down
Dance with they vocabulary, smashin' every adversary
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