Spoons House

[Intro]

Yeah, uh

Let me talk my shit again

Yeah

[Verse]

You now listenin' to the greatest (DrumWork, nigga)

Motherfuckers can't beat us (Hah)

We spray heaters out of fake Bimmers (Brrrrr)

Niggas got rich off the blender and the eggbeater (Whip up)

I don't bang, but my brother bang red, he a demon (Hehe)

Got the bandana around the handle of a sket (Uh huh)

Uh, I'd die for my family and my respect (That's a fact)

My Cuban weigh a kilogram around my neck (Talk to 'em!)

And I got two of those, don't get filled up with bullеt holes

Who would've known we'd makе it to this point? I was just cookin' O's

You see the way I'm cookin' up this beat, I'm just as good on stoves (Uh huh)

Huh, rappin' wishin' one day I'd be good as Hov (One day)

But still I'm the nigga they be lookin' over

I whip a brick, I put the soda just to push it over

Whip the Cullinans, let the baby mamas push the Rovers (That's for you, baby)

Know a nigga that got cooked at Lenovo's

That's why them niggas be shook to approach us (Boom boom boom boom boom boom!)

Yeah, cop designer kicks like they White Forces (Cap)

Niggas kicked the homie door, he lost a light fortune (It was light, though)

Uh, dabbled in white like I'm White Boy Rick

Powder in every corner of the trap like [?] (Talk to 'em!)

My nigga smoked his own cousin, they gave him life for it

Nigga stole three hundred racks, so he put out his lights for it (Brrrr)

Yeah, this run that I'm on is quite historic (Hahahaha)

The way I been on fire lately, I can ignite a forest (Hahhh!)

I didn't read the contracts, I was blinded by loyalty

Thought we was equal, whole time niggas tryna get more than me (Pssh)

And I was still wavin' that flag and still grindin' accordingly (I'm gridnin')

Now tell me what rapper you know that want this shit more than me? (Huh?)

I still remember them days when I couldn't walk

Bullet in my neck, face paralyzed, I couldn't talk

Recorded Reject 2, was like a bullet in the dark

We went from that to Billboard Top 200, who would've thought?

Rappers like me, only come once in a generation (Talk to 'em)

You should applaud me more, I overcame my situation

They seen the Bells Palsy, thought it would be limitations

Remember me and West would travel to New York

To go to offices and talk about our album and listen and play it

They said it was too many samples, this shit wouldn't make it

We stuck to the basics, yeah, they was mistaken

Got the billboard outside their office now, they still gotta look in our faces (Hahahahaha!)

Yeah, now you witnessin' greatness

Remember Spoon's house, recordin' my shit in the basement (Woo)

Now my shit on your playlist, now every whip is a spaceship

All my chicks look amazing, now my wrist full of glaciers

Foul line trips, I'ma make it, yeah (Talk your shit, king)

That's how foul I get in my pages, wild out, flip when I'm angered

Wild out, shit can get dangerous, now every bitch think I'm famous

How about how big the chain is, trips out of town with the stainless (Brrrrr)

[Outro]

Machine

You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga

DrumWork, you know my gun work

You know what's up

You know what's up when you see them trucks pullin' up, nigga