Please leave, I don′t wanna squeeze
Walk on rappers backs like a bunch of dead leaves
From coast to coast on mic we roast youAt the round table breaking bread have a toast
Please leave, I don't wanna squeeze
Walk on rappers backs like a bunch of dead leaves
From coast to coast on mic we roast you
At the round table breaking bread have a toast
Musical merchants stick rappers like sea urchin
I turn on the news and take a gander at the circus
Are you a puppet or a puppeteer? together like the musketeers
It′s a miracle if black millennials get up in years
Rocks shows out and then slide like some penny loafs
Some city folk, catch a bird if the city slow
Side smirk, cynical, sarcastic from the getty go
Cough in my face you'll get stuck, shit is critical
My squad get their roll on, on track like a pole vault
I see things in black and white like watching Humphrey Bogart
Professor Dinglegong, no shape form to sing a song
A year later 50 thousand more to sing along
You up next, that's when the homey come to ring the gong
It′s King Solomon with a key to bring a following
They passing pumpkinheads without sleepy hollow and
Mellstrum Ichabod the test of time like Eldorado′s and...
Pull up, new exclusive luxury whip
Custom equipped, sat back and watched the blueprint
All Conclusive, kosher before jewish
Aggressive but still the coolest
My veins hurt when I write
Hear the pain when I recite
They go psycho, show up to the job like a co-worker
I need a cold beer, life trying to counter punch me
And my pocket got enough to buy the whole counter
Clock got 28 on it
We ball hard and come back with big trophies
Had cases, had to get attorneys,
Now I got champagne cases, the tables turning
While you at home just decorating
We innovating interventions for invasions
Instagram the whole population
My federation conquer everything, ain't no hesitation
Zig, Zag, Zig, Godbody slap pigs
While you niggas suck dick, pop pills & dance jigs
Check my Tik Tok. Dog, it ain′t a app, it's a wristwatch
Living no stress, rolling bless from a zip lock
Pit stop, on your bitch block. "Take that shit off!"
She sit twat on my prick, rock. Then she get off
I′m bicoastal, you just bi & boastful
Taking all them drugs, got you high & emotional
Talking bout you drilling, how you selling weight & who you killing
You look like a clown, get out your feelings
Close your trap, Bobby Womack, compose a sentence
If you think you lonely now then, wait till I get finished
Be the 1st nigga snitching, if the clique get on a mission
Thought you was a menace, then you turned into a witness
Locked behind them fences, with them killas & gorillas
If they catch you in that prison, they gone strip you out your britches
Muhfucka...
Please leave, I don't wanna squeeze
Walk on rappers backs like a bunch of dead leaves
From coast to coast on mic we roast you
At the round table breaking bread have a toast
Please leave, I don′t wanna squeeze
Walk on rappers backs like a bunch of dead leaves
From coast to coast on mic we roast you
At the round table breaking bread have a toast
