Yeah
Statik
Chomp 2.5, haha
Just a lil' something to hold y'all over
Come on!
Yeah, yeah, okay
Both my parents courtside, took them separately
If we went together, we gon' need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I'm 'bout to drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I'ma give you in the summer, yeah
Both my parents courtside, took them separately
If we went together, we gon' need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I'm 'bout to drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I'ma give you in the summer, yeah
Yeah, okay
Respect to the creator, I'm the man though (Yeah)
You know I got my family's well-being in my hands, bro (Hands bro)
Luckily, I ball, stand tall, like who? Like Tyler (Tyler)
When I took a break, they took it bad, like who? Like Skylar
And you know I'm gettin' rich off of rap, that's the American way (Yeah)
Couple days in L.A., link with bigwigs, Arrogant Tae
Sharin' my plate, I let some people have a bite; they weren't satisfied
They bit the hand that fed 'em, now I lost my fuckin' appetite to help
Well, fuck it, 'cause they did it to themselves
Fuck the fat lady, they just started singin' it themselves
I'm in Atlanta at the house, that's when I'm at my best (True)
Bitch, I know my purpose, so I don't believe in accidents
I didn't sit around, I went and got it, no excuses
And I went out on a limb, 'cause I know that's where all the fruit is
Truth is I been rappin' better than my peers (yeah)
It's been goin' on for years
Man I'm givin' y'all my heart (Come on)
All I ask for is your ears (Yeah)
Both my parents courtside, took them separately
If we went together, we gon' need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I'm 'bout to drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I'ma give you in the summer, yeah
Both my parents courtside, took them separately
If we went together, we gon' need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I'm 'bout to drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I'ma give you in the summer, yeah
Yeah
Ain't it funny? (What)
I never seen somebody hate on me who had more money (Ha)
I used to let it get to me, we fightin' out the country
That was back when I as smokin' skinny white joints, Mason Plumlee
Now I got to let it bounce, bounce off me, Mac McClung
We got to focus, man, I gave my dawgs a bonus, man
This game knows I'm a trailblazer like Arvydas Sabonis, man (Yeah)
I don't follow crowds, that's how you get lost
Money's a green monster, and I do not like the Red Sox
I mean, I made it rain, rain, rain; Dak Prescott
Accountant had a cowboy, he's right, I should've been stopped, true (Yeah)
Fuck the mold, I'm the new archetype
I probably made another thousand artists go and start tonight
And everything is documented (You see it)
I got the come-up on cameras
And I never had to sell my soul or move to Los Angeles
Never had to chase clout or do a bunch of weird shit
To get the whole fuckin' world to hear this
All I had to do was me
Both my parents courtside, took them separately
If we went together, we gon' need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I'm 'bout to drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I'ma give you in the summer, yeah
Both my parents courtside, took them separately
If we went together, we gon' need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I'm 'bout to drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I'ma give you in the summer
Yeah
CHOMP 2.5
I do this shit in my sleep, dawg
Statik Selektah
Classic shit only
SANTIAGO on the way
Yeah
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