A-Cal
Church
[Upchurch & Adam Calhoun]
I'm reactivated, epidermis steel plated
I'm so fuckin' bulletproof the .308 just 808 me
Last hater like "Damn he ate me"
Well you sit right on my plate B
And lately my appetite been bottomless just like a skank, see?
No ass at all, lyrically fill a beat
Fuck it up, nut skeet
Live it up for the night, wake up, repeat
Three times in a row upload iTunes, brand new EP
Yeah, I'm a prototype but don't accept the left swipes
So don't be Tinder if you get sniped at the stroke of midnight
I'm weird a little bit still infamous, still killin' it, no Ritalin
Addicted to pickin' apart rap parts thick bars and difficult synonyms
I paid $15.99 with two quarters that's how I found "Many Men", no homo
Relax I'm talkin' 'bout Curtis Jackson you little shit
Many men, shit, there ain't many left
You see how these men dress?
They wearin' women's dresses
What's next? I'm over here stressin'
It's fucked up, what's the message?
Runnin' laps around these motherfuckers and I ain't even sweatin'
I ain't talkin' shit I'm flexin,' don't be talkin' shit all reckless
I take these rappers souls and I wear it like a necklace
How we get the gold, it ain't ever come from luck
I ain't never give a shit, you think I'll ever give a fuck?
If I ever gave a fuck give it back you shouldn't have it, yeah
I'm an Indian giver, don't make me come and scalp your head
I got war paint on my ding-ding
I rip rap and I sing-sing
Just send me to the CMA's I'll piss off who is winnin'
We ain't winnin' shit, we takin' it
Like Kanye West did Taylor Swift
I pray that this whole industry goes belly up and takes a shit
We makin' it regardless, honest, all I hear is garbage
I'm just over here throwin' gas tryna get shit started
Flame retardant, we stay marchin' with them lethal pencils on us
Throwin' hyphens and commas puncturin' hip-hop art arteries
Murderous words apart of me, but my heart still won't change a beat
Born with a murmur, preacher-man and A-Cal, holy shit
Yeah, we load the clip, yeah, we don't miss
I ain't tryna hear you bitch
You can't eat where we sit
Made our way through the rain and the sleet
Get in our way you can lay in the street
What you hear right now is greatness
Take this, turn the volume up on the beat
Crank up the heat until the flames all cease
Sippin' supernovas out of my canteen
I'm liberatin' my paved place but I'm not a star on Hollywood streets
Not at all fair, y'all get beat
Talk that shit but never gonna spit
If you see me in person
The whole family go to church man
That's you fam' I ain't a GOAT
Nope, more of a Taurus
I don't take breaks I paddle through it
What I mean by that is I floor it
I roll more stoned than a hater does
So technically I'm a florist
Dug two graves once upon a time, still ain't dead so fuck 'em
And I might die tonight, but if I do I'ma be okay
And if I die tonight at least I stood by the stuff I said
And I might die tonight, but if I do I'ma be okay
And if I die tonight at least I stood by the stuff I said
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