CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Emo Stick
Yup, aha
Back on my bullsh*t, nah, n***a
I feel like MJ, I'm back on my bull sh*t, ahaha
(I'm Mike Jordan of these mic recordin's, uh)
So, I ain't gon' goddamn– I ain't gon' rap 'til twenty-three
'til this sh*t hit twenty-three seconds, le'go
Yeah, look
GRIP is the best, period
Got mo' flows than hoes on a monthly
My kicks cost like four o's, the soles on 'em chunky
Gotta tote poles, my foes wanna skunk me
B*t*h a** so fat, I had to stand up on my toes for the donkey
Shout out JID, I did Snubnose in a whole 'nother country
Before that, I only did shows when my bros, them would pump me
Fast forward, I'm on a roll, feelin' comfy
I say all that to say: don't bust a U-ey just 'cause the roads a lil' bumpy
Read a article that cited my peers as influences
Had me laughin' in tears, my n***a, I been doin' this
Move b*t*h, get out the way, my pen ludicrous
Back for the first time, your best raps can't match with my worst rhymes
Product of licks and juggs in poverty stricken hoods
A brick of good'll help you just like a lottery ticket would
Lames claim they sold cocaine in busted sneakers still
Let's be for real, you ain't eat a decent meal 'til you inked a deal
Went and bought some SI diamonds with your advance money
I was like, "Let me see your chain, bruh,"
That n***a damn near ran from me
A local throwin' jabs, but sh*t, I know this n***a lame
What, yo sh*t flop, so now you gotta troll to get a name?
Better than who? Boy, your moment was over when it came
See the lows a n***a stoop too for exposure in this game?
Drop a album, my n***a, don't rap to me from yo Honda
You think that's some sh*t that I'm actually gon' respond to?
I done conjured plans to hold the rap game for ransom
Just lost money in a crap game and threw a tantrum
Rappers say I'm a handful, the b*t*hes say I'm handsome
Melanin skin, devilish grin, that's Ruth's grandson
Mama want me to go back to relationships I ran from
But all I see is green, text message from a Samsung
You couldn't step a foot in the places me and my mans hung
Middle fingers up, this the anthem, hah
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Chopper sing you a sad song, that's a emo stick
The flows is COVID, n***a, couldn't be more sick
I done hit, I can't G-O 'til my amigos hit
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Chopper sing you a sad song, that's a emo stick
The flows is COVID, n***a, couldn't be more sick
I done hit, I can't G-O 'til my amigos hit, b*t*h
Back on my bullsh*t, nah, n***a
I feel like MJ, I'm back on my bull sh*t, ahaha
(I'm Mike Jordan of these mic recordin's, uh)
So, I ain't gon' goddamn– I ain't gon' rap 'til twenty-three
'til this sh*t hit twenty-three seconds, le'go
Yeah, look
GRIP is the best, period
Got mo' flows than hoes on a monthly
My kicks cost like four o's, the soles on 'em chunky
Gotta tote poles, my foes wanna skunk me
B*t*h a** so fat, I had to stand up on my toes for the donkey
Shout out JID, I did Snubnose in a whole 'nother country
Before that, I only did shows when my bros, them would pump me
Fast forward, I'm on a roll, feelin' comfy
I say all that to say: don't bust a U-ey just 'cause the roads a lil' bumpy
Read a article that cited my peers as influences
Had me laughin' in tears, my n***a, I been doin' this
Move b*t*h, get out the way, my pen ludicrous
Back for the first time, your best raps can't match with my worst rhymes
Product of licks and juggs in poverty stricken hoods
A brick of good'll help you just like a lottery ticket would
Lames claim they sold cocaine in busted sneakers still
Let's be for real, you ain't eat a decent meal 'til you inked a deal
Went and bought some SI diamonds with your advance money
I was like, "Let me see your chain, bruh,"
That n***a damn near ran from me
A local throwin' jabs, but sh*t, I know this n***a lame
What, yo sh*t flop, so now you gotta troll to get a name?
Better than who? Boy, your moment was over when it came
See the lows a n***a stoop too for exposure in this game?
Drop a album, my n***a, don't rap to me from yo Honda
You think that's some sh*t that I'm actually gon' respond to?
I done conjured plans to hold the rap game for ransom
Just lost money in a crap game and threw a tantrum
Rappers say I'm a handful, the b*t*hes say I'm handsome
Melanin skin, devilish grin, that's Ruth's grandson
Mama want me to go back to relationships I ran from
But all I see is green, text message from a Samsung
You couldn't step a foot in the places me and my mans hung
Middle fingers up, this the anthem, hah
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Chopper sing you a sad song, that's a emo stick
The flows is COVID, n***a, couldn't be more sick
I done hit, I can't G-O 'til my amigos hit
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
Chopper sing you a sad song, that's a emo stick
The flows is COVID, n***a, couldn't be more sick
I done hit, I can't G-O 'til my amigos hit, b*t*h
