Bumper (Instrumental)

I take my time with it I take forever, so sick of work and that clever Let's skip ahead to the next Pushin' my own limits I make it better Ain't no one touching my future Ain't no one fuck with my old shit yet Ain't shit inspiring since last we met Can't forget that Doomtree crew got style We spit that space cadet That dumb that make that place forget They worry Let they reason wiggle clean We coming bent with a smooth criminal lean, on some At ten a pack might as well resort to robbery While rappers try to act like they labels advance 'em money still And acting rich in a shaky and fake economy Might make the indie kid at the awards show snatch a chain and peal Yeah! They front so hard and... fuck it They can't even look in my eyes Nah They on some nonsense, we on some nonstop! Simply put 'em on some over it, underwhelmed. Cigarette Bark at some fully afflicted nerds trying to mixed martial art me Shit. Can't go two blocks All you do is win, huh? Boner jam, spam, let 'em spar with that [?] I'm a [?] 'em. Animus cannibal, pugilistic I spit Future I'm written, let my pen wrangle it Manhandle nonsense, Can't fake away your fangs, sucka [?], past fade, cause you can't hang I came to play, I came to rock I came to stay, they came so soft Can't look away, my rock is off In with the next shit, out like a getaway car Yeah! They front so hard and... fuck it They can't even look in my eyes Uh They on some nonsense, we on some nonstop! Yeah!