[Intro: EZ Mac & DJ Rated R]
Yo
The Ill Spoken (Y'all bitches gay), John Record (Y'all bitches gay, y'all faggots), Tuff Sound Recording (Y'all bitin')
(As we keep it movin')
Haha, yeah, yo (Haha)
[Interlude: EZ Mac & DJ Rated R]
Move your attention to the stage, you can watch him go (More of that Ill Spoken)
'Cause y'all know how it is when they rock a show (Haha)
Move your attention to the stage, you can watch him go
'Cause y'all know how it is when they—
[Verse 1: EZ Mac]
Mo—mo—mo—mo—move your attention to the stage, you can watch him go
'Cause y'all know how it is when they rock a show (Haha)
I drop flows that is hot for sure
Type of proper flow that could rock and roll, like "Oh!" (Yo Rated R, what's good, man?)
Beedie, they know, hear 'em screamin' it out, like "Woah"
You motherfuckers best believe me, it's now (Yessir)
With fresh breath 'cause the spit seem to clean up my mouth
So when I go out, I get home and reek of your spouse
They know my steez, please
You seen me cruise in the whip
With somethin' new I could spit for the crew and my bitch (Check it)
You knew I'm the shit, so now I'm 'bout to make it legit
So let me in and let my boys start takin' your shit (Thank you)
Ah, new tracks, let's make 'em a hit
Tune crack that rape when I spit, ain't that some shit?
Basic addictive keepin' me lifted, achievin' the riches
Keep 'em from you thieves and you snitches (Fuck you)
See, I'm seekin' a missus, needin' my digits
Comes home with a kiss as she's cleanin' the dishes
See, you seen EZ rippin', I'll let Beedie get vicious
See, you talk about it, homie, we live it, believe that (What?)
[Chorus: John Record]
That look in my eyes, the window to the seven deadly sins (Look in my eyes)
Sinister is this man who's vying to live lavish like kings (Like kings)
This is a legend, I am a legend, you ain't as epic as (Oh!), epic as (Oh!)
This is a legend, I am a legend, you ain't as epic as (Oh!), epic as (Oh!)
[Verse 2: Beedie]
Yeah
And I've been here since the Play-Doh basics (I'm here)
Ain't no fun I'm from, it's the same old faces
Lame old games and I ain't tryna hate y'all haters (Nah)
So I'ma keep to myself and just chase more papers
I'm a walkin' disease, see the mark of the beast
Talkin' cheese, gettin' rich off of marketin' schemes (Haha)
Girlies lovin' me, so every time I walk in, they scream (Ayo)
'Cause, yo, it's money over bitches (Bitches), it's all for the cream
That's why I'm out on the grind, not a doubt in my mind
Then I'ma get it how I live it 'cause I'm bound to get mines (I'm tryna shine)
But talkin' on the phone will get ya face slapped
They like, "Get your ass over ASAP with a eight sack" (Man, I'm comin', yo)
If you ain't with it, let me cut to the chase
'Cause me and Rick will wreck ya face
Break ya neck in record pace (Chyeah)
I'm collectin' off ya plate (Haha)
You know I gotta eat, homie
Should've known the wicked never sleeps, so don't sleep on me (Chyeah)
Or creep on me, I'm a one-man missile
Kamikaze on you punks, I'ma pump that pistol
And that's for-shizzle, so hot that it sizzles
Take that bezel off ya neck 'fore you get checked, y'all pitiful
[Chorus: John Record]
That look in my eyes, the window to the seven deadly sins (Look in my eyes)
Sinister is this man who's vying to live lavish like kings (Like kings)
This is a legend, I am a legend, you ain't as epic as (Oh!), epic as (Oh!)
This is a legend, I am a legend, you ain't as epic as (Oh!), epic as (Oh!)
[Outro: DJ Rated R]
That's how the fucks we does it, PotentProduct.com shit
Ill Spoken, y'all already know
Rated R and Diggz
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