sweeney song

Lyrics

, nine out of ten of these rap niggas is play-doh, i say "go", niggas'll spray your whip like mako, ya got that yayo for the low, you'd swear that kanye was here, the way they say "where did yay go?", my flow strong like it's on that 'se canseco, i don't eat rappers, i box them up like take-home, get straight dome from a bi bitch, i don't know her name, but told her girlfriend to switch, and the lyrics coalesce, i rip elaborate, hazardous material that's oh so immaculate, accurate position, when i spit this shit, it's calculus, hard, nigga. and that was bars, nigga. i'm off them xany footballs, nigga, swisher, i don't buff, kush shuffs 'til i fall, nigga, too high to fuckin' talk. that's why i never call, nigga. your bitch keep textin' and she want it all, nigga. yeah - and i've got two on a brew, let's go cup-for-cup until that ma'fucka through, and i've got five on a bag, before you toss that square, can a nigga get a drag?, and i used to spend late nights starin' at the ceiling, pitch-black dark, but i had that feelin', vision of killin' niggas, bein' labelled a villain, because these labels passed, i'mma make these niggas pass, late night, searchin' websites for victims, fuck doin' features, you niggas competition, that's your assistant on the blunt run?, give her stomach blows 'til i puncture her lungs, and it's some nigga shit i fuck with in my spare time, but they can't fuck with me in my mind, used to be humble, now i'm feelin' cocky, 'cause all these bitches ride it like a fuckin' kawasaki, and these rap niggas see my face in they dreams, they worst fuckin' nightmare wearin' fuckin' skinny jeans, wake in cold sweat, my reflection in the mirror, put a curse on a freshman 10, watch how it end, dropped out of high school at sixteen, 'bout the same time as the wu dropped "ice cream", arguin' with fiends, starin' at the screen, watchin' rap city like it was all a dream, spent my last three bucks on a source magazine, hip-hop shop where niggas was battlin', but i was writin' shit in my fuckin' composition, knowin' one day i would have these critics trippin', sayin' that, niggas, i'mma be the future, new take on rap, this ain't what ya used to, push this shit fuckin' forward, focus on the music so the people will support it, a load on my shoulder, tell the world, i'm meetin' my goals, watch my plans unfurl, check!, yeah. yeah - and i've got two on a brew, let's go cup-for-cup until that motherfucker through, and i've got five on a bag, before you toss that, nigga, let me get a drag?, used to spend late nights starin' at the ceiling, pitch-black dark, now i had that feelin', vision of killin' niggas, bein' labelled a villain, because these labels passed, i'mma make these niggas pass