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gawne & shaquille o’neal – chaos lyrics

“what up diesel”

[verse 1:gawne]
i been in the trenches
haters in my mentions
really in the field
you was on the benches
on the court with shaq in the center
go together like the avengers
but i remember days when i was lil
mama couldn’t pay her bills
so i’d train my sk!lls
it was all a dream
until sh+t got real
rapping with shaquille o’neal
quit now no i rather not
i done came too far to go back to rock bottom
with hand+me+down clothes
my family got
a pan or pot to p+ss
we ain’t have a lot but i’ll be
d+mned if i’m a laughing stock
had to elеvate above it like an astronaut
but wе ain’t blasting off no
i’ll blast the glock
and leave a hole in your apple like a macintosh
catch a
body with the pen
gotta be a sin
even god must’ve wanted me to win
when the odds were slim
hit lottery and went against everyone who doubted me
i’m probably the hottest in the ring
ding ding
what’s your best shot?
took it on the chin
there’s no men alive
on my level better get in line
bet i grind
many times more when i’m energized
99 percent of everybody getting genocide
foreal though
the ill flows
i k!lled those
far as sk!ll goes
i’ma savage deal blows
i willed my way up the ladder
real close to the gold
but i gotta slay the dragon
bilbo like baggins
i cackle and laugh inhale smoke
relax and takes notes
the goat is now back
with a passion for rapping and cashing bank rolls
thanos ’bout to go snap and take souls
case closed
ripping a rap i go demented
like oh no flow is so cold that it froze december
a co+defendant
i’ve come to go hit a home run
in the bottom of the 9th
’bout to hold the pennant
but
somedays feel i gotsta quit
when anxiety is something that i jostle with
the monster is
inside a sarcophagus
in the pit of my stomach and esophagus
i yell!
i live on the edge i’m not scared of these heights
close to the ledge
think that i might
fall and be dead by the end of the night
but this is the greatest i felt in my life
right
heart of the fight
this is the part that i like
as i lay on the mic
til’ the fire and flames then ignite
and i’m hyped
cause the mayhem and chaos excites
spit flames mother f+cker insane
got disdain
so quit playin’
b+tch i’m rick james
when i spit a flow
i leave this sh+t in critical
may seem
that y’ll are more fake than a titty with saline
i used to day dream
on the train at eighteen
it made me go put out a videotape because
we was hoping that my city would rate thee
a+team
but instead these idiots hate me
found rap and i gave it a whirl
middle finger aimed at the world world
sipping on moscato til’ the bottom of the bottle
feelin’ hollow cause i got a lot of haters and it’s making me hurl
sick of y’all always starting sh+t
you could push me up until my hard limit
yeah but after that it ain’t just an argument
you getting spartan kicked into a dark abyss
[hook:gawne]
they think i’m insane
you tell me i’ve changed
yeah somedays it feels like i’m holding my breath
i went out of my way
keeping you safe
you don’t know half of the secrets i’ve kept
living with shame
from all of this pain
so what can i gain
when nothing is left?
what can i gain when nothing is left?

[verse 2:shaquille o’neal]
they think i’m the goat
i tell them you’re right
for sure i’m a stunna now put some respect on me
i wasn’t able to sit at the table
now they wanna eat with me
go find a recipe
we invested to be
all the best we could be
it’s a check for me
don’t go testing me
ain’t no pressure
they showing no threats to me
heat like the magic they go open sesame
the hate i get it excessively
the cake i get it aggressively
i don’t think they get the message
i could jet ski
or take a jet to ski
way up
and y’all know i’m pressure free
lay up
y’all could go referee
i get new paper
they gotta extra me
and this two door it ain’t but a pet to me
fish bowl the coupe when i fly through like gas in a bottle
i’m hot as a molotov
i party at grottos and villas with women that’s dressing like natasha romanoff
they treat me like clooney in sicily
back in the bricks all we had was the stroganoff
now the money like the streets of venice
cause everything liquid and they just keep logging off
—left
where you don’t wanna really go
hit’ em with the pepper make’ em turn into a chili bowl
only with the riders in the city
where they mind is on
the milli’s if you got it they say give me those
everything i shown
everything i own
everything i done’s
1 of 1 like penny clothes
everywhere i go you know the semi goes
ee like eddie murphy and +rs+nio
i retired already
why you playing with me
i inspired already
what you saying to me
i walked fire already
it put the flame to me
put me higher than anybody could aim to be
you’ll never be the same as me
i’m living what they portraying to be
ok, everybody stay in ya seat
i keep a m&m with me
and its
equivalent to dre and a beat
miami
la
parade in the street
you
valet
i stay in the suite
for me
payday is everyday of the week
everybody play
but i’m playing for keeps
i did it my way
from the bay to the beach
way to the top
y’all faded beneath
i tell’ em the best advice
bet on yourself
but thinking you better than me
ain’t a belief
deez is on a roll
deez is on the road
deez on the control
they going outta control
i’m legend
god of the mosh pit
you are a peasant
my yard got a ostrich
painted tank in gray like a rhinoceros
say you better
they are preposterous
you ain’t for the family
then we opposite
word to twism
diesel dog the mafia
we ain’t only repping it
we locking it
i ain’t only stepping
i’m reebok’n it
you ain’t on a record
put a sock in it
you just buy the product
i get stock in it
i just find it funny
to remind you dummies
that my time is money
i’m approximate
you just pick a spot
and set up shop on it
when i pick a spot i put a block on it
oh
we don’t got nothing to let go
i got no f+ckin’ respectful for
you let our lovin’ go next door
fading out from us like echos
calling my name
i hear them calling my name
think i’m insane
diesel and gawne
yeah we ballin’+
so call us g.o.a.t’s

- gawne shaquille oneal lyrics

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