X-Tra Drop

Big up to Wiley and MJ Cole Hope them brethren feel my flow Haters don’t know Me, I'm true Jamaican bred That’s why my skin color of coco We fucking with popos, we pulled them for photos Ain’t doing shit with your life, and I know Ain’t doing shit with your wife so I bone Ain’t doing shit with that knife so why pose? If you're a hater, see your wack ass later Stink ass breath, need a few lifesavers I got the force, you tryna to be like me I'm your father, where's the lightsaber? Luke Skywalker, and I hear a few guys talking shit But I don’t see them often They hide behind blogs and websites Catch rabies when this canine bite Catch ladies on a real late night With an outfit that fit way too tight Let the crowd get hype, spit way too tight So I know I’mma be alright, right When night ravers higher than skyscrapers Fuck them guys who deny me of my paper Laugh and cry later, live to die famous That’s not the reason I'm tryna get my weight up I know a few niggas changed they voices Even had to change they lingo But I’mma do me, there is no other choices Until I win a game like bingo Pop like Pringles, rock like Ringo Starr With The Beetles, this'll be the sequel When I spit quick there is no equal When I flow slow it's like water for the people, whoo Let me quench your thirst, then let the god give birth To ill rhymes, and in due time I'mma be the most prolific on earth Like the sea breeze I’mma make you feel me But it's never easy Cause you never see me coming Never repeat, so I gotta OD On every single new beat Now your MP3's bumping Unh, let me catch my breath Then let the god catch rep Better show respect All dancers on deck Put up on de speaka [?] dagger [?] Tight spandex with the cheetah [?] [?] ragga Muffin, stuffin' Sorta like a chicken in the oven I'mma heat it up from the inside They shoulda never let me in the game Cause like rough sex I'mma beat it up when I'm inside You can’t stop me Even if you try to cut me Or capture me like paparazzi Can’t have a copy can’t be too sloppy I’mma be on point watch me After this here year, I’m gonna have a nice career Doing shows in Japan and even Korea Leave my footprints there, next to the nukes Mr President here goes your proof, woo Boom I'm the bomb Ring the alarm, one Wit de Queen 'pon me arm It's the god, god