MTV Raps!

[Part I: MTV Raps!] [Intro: SouljaDatAP] Bastard ass Soulja [Verse 1: SouljaDatAP] I was hit by planes when I was 21 Searching for recognition we deserve, you turds Dope air, no smoke Tattoo written, cash is blown My posse don't give a damn unless it's you and your mama Me and Your Mama, no Donald Glover Hired a professional who's from Bahamas Heating like AC, my name's AP (Bass) [Verse 2: SuperABoi] We don't talk about who's on Earth Keep tracking on my hacking and step on the curb My city goes dumb, shit, counting my guap Dope look on your face, my sucker friends gon' need your taste Facepalm, boring as fuck And I can only corrupt when you was in L.A., seeking for revenge, ayy Hold up, this shit amazing Blazing in the ball, I'm so fucking appalled, bitch The minister is going nuts 'cause enchiladas got him hot Damn, what the fuck is this brain? Not my tеachers, not your Bieber And not no coco, blow that .44, pow [Verse 3: Big Votie] That Willy Wonka bar got mе staring to those stars Good for you, your nicest day I was feeling like Lupe Fiasco in 2006, that "Touch the Sky" verse was beautiful No gang-banging and deuces all over your snapshots You gon' be dead in a millisecond, nigga Don't fuck around, might catch a shot by that na-na Hoes, I just lock eyes Drunk and dipped, motherfucker Woo! [Verse 4: Simon Blues] Combination of a dragon and a penguin Here today for food 'cause I'm begging for my beginning Hide your kids and hide your wife Highlife, high climb I'm a beast when I arrive Tribe Called Quest might I revive "Otis" playing, watch them clones Think about it, don't say no Put my legacy under my legs with the heat honor Shooting stars, starting program under Mars She fine, G slide All we know is he tried I'm on the sea side, swerving by that danger sign All we know is green lime Beast time Beast climb [Verse 5: Clik Roze] Uh-huh Alright, feeling myself like Beyoncé (Pow, pow, pow) Cleaning myself in this posse (That's Dolce & Gabbana, for sure) Boogie on you motherfuckers Dope shit, I fucked a new bitch I get my wrist icy, don't tell me where the device is Or where the vice is Kidnap niggas like ISIS Jump, do stunts like bikers Drink and drive, not conscious Pick dick, nigga Yeah, I'm balling hard, uh I let your bitch inside my car and it's a Honda Recommend to you: you don't need to drink '42 And I'ma go like, "BOOM, BOOM, BOOM" Anticipation with my crew, woo [Verse 6: Pat L] Yeah, yeah, they don't need my respect Oh, oh, they don't have no payback But life's a bitch, what you do about it? Parrots don't eat rabbits, no cannibal shit Why they attacking me? No assassination, simplicity over saturation [Verse 7: TYPEDUDE] Used to pray too cold, now I'm in West Coast Ask your parents, "Who them other guys that call 'em SSB Gang?" Zipper in my weed, Tarantino like casino What the fuck is this prescription? I don't know why they be kissing this old dude's lips Heck no, I be on pause Cooking in my studio, yeah, I'm a Julio Black symbol means that this is your last day Give me an AK, so I can dig that landscape, playa Written on the wall, last call for alcohol In my mind, get that list of your things, blink [Verse 8: Kira Johnston] I'm not a freaky guy, but I love to suck dick Drive in her body and coochie all pink Abraham Lincoln was passing on the sink And it's true like my dad left away with the milk No lean in this conversation, you can't say somethin' Those crimes are more than this pride tryna kill, summon We pull a few pistols to your head, dead now Gunning in the city, itty bitty kitty I'm listening to Missy Was I wrong or right? Left or right? Nah, shit, I was uptown, looking for that bitch, and you hear gun sounds Yeah, uh, this a meltdown Lizard drink juice, now bro, man down (I'm spitting bars!) Gin and juice, that's Bombay Frozens with that thick bass [Outro: SouljaDatAP] You're now listening to SSB Gang [Part II: Fire Squad by J. Cole] [Intro: J. Cole] Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: J. Cole] Nigga, why you actin' like a ho? Know that I'ma ride for you, either way it go Tell me, girl, why you be stressin' me for time? (Time, time, time, time, time, time) When you tell me you love me, can't you see I'm tryna climb? Damn, my nigga, why you actin' like a bitch? (Bitch, bitch, bitch) If you scared to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich? Come here, baby, why you always insecure? ('Cure, cure, cure, cure, cure, cure) Hold on tight to a nigga and— [Outro: SouljaDatAP] Yo, Frozens, get my beats back