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droozybeats - wack lyrics

i’m sick and so deep, wack spitters, i give em cold feet
my zone reeks from decomposed meat of wack artists
”raptarded” is the only genre their tracks charted
but when it comes to me, i kick the bars black hearted
the audience claps, even before my rap’s started
cuz im ahead of my time, and i’m better with lines
than a f+cking coke head in his prime
so you wasting time if you think of stepping with nines
cuz i can dead you in a second and my weapon’s a mind
not the rеgular kind, cuz mine’s a gem and it shines
with vеnom inside, shoot you up like heroin highs
but not with the mac, raps knock ya opticals back
and mocks you in tracks, squashes you with logical facts
stops you for dap, chops through ya noggin and cap
then straight drops you to the mat for tryna topple my stats
just like that black leaves
black seats
all my b+tches in the backseat
while you rollin that bad weed
no tax season you test me
don’t catch me i get a taxi
like maxi you ain’t know but i got a bad b+tch
you mad at me i got a bag of weed
just roll with me smoke with me
i tell you fosho they notice me
young m+th+f+cka but they ain’t old as me
woe is me i take a shot or three
hol me down until its two or three
homie this ain’t how it supposed to be
i got that god style so they know its me

i keep it fresh to death like it oughtta be
just like it oughta be
i keep it automatic like an odyssey
ain’t it odd to see me rollin round with this beat
it ain’t hard to see need a new style if u wanna eat
copy me yall some wannabes
it don’t bother me cuz i father these
i’m a father to these n+ggas
ain’t no father for these b+tches
man i’m father for these riches
keep in mind that its rags to the riches
rise to the finish lose all the riches just as fast as you get em
riches to the rags
b+tches to the hags
never give it back
always get it back
only spittin facts
zigs to the zags
if you ain’t get it
then you comin for the last
cursed like a hex from ya’ own f+ckin ass
cursed with a ex from my old f+ckin past
d+mn i kiss the past
hol up little man you ain’t worried about the past
already happened
hol up lil man
you ain’t worry bout the past
already happen n you can’t take it back
if it ain’t in the present then it always gon be
passed that ass
dont worry bout that

i can talk real fast if you want it like that
i can get that cash if you want it like that
rollin like santa with a sack on my back
sack full of racks you ain’t really got it like that
you ain’t got it like that
you ain’t got it like that
if you ain’t come in first you gonna get passed
d+mn that’s so sad
ain’t outlive the fad
no real b+tches, all just fans
no real bro they just roll in fake bands

you ain’t got it like me
everytime i’m in the street
b+tches tryna meeet
hit ya with the skeet
shawty with a short skirt
turn around make that ass work
this my fast work puttin out like my last word
on this track gotta admire when i go in like that
cuz they ain’t gonna like it like that
but they know i got it like that

- droozybeats lyrics

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