rob - pilot mode lyrics
{intro}
what time is it?
its been that long?
ah f-ck
{chorus}
no one can f with the legacy
who the f-ck, gon step to me?
kitchen whipping is the recipe
get the check and collect the fee
x4
{verse 1}
wait, wait, wait, do you really think i sound like this?
after months of practicing, this is where i’m at?
okay, okay… i’ll show you i’ll show you…
f-ck you b-tches, screw the riches, you don’t know what you hittin’
wait, wait, wait
i can’t get this sh-t off right
all night
d-mn right…
i been cooking, whipping hitting witness wishing you would go way
i think i need a flow break, each take is a gold take
album dropping? throwaway
no more talk bout cash
no more talk about flow
but who can flow like this?
who can flow like this?
n0body here in vicinity, holy ghost with the trinity
see you boast but you missing b
losing focus allegedly
booze to cope with and hennesy
made a penny, quit pretending, comprehend me
b-tch you know it’s never-ending
it’s 7:30
{chorus}
no one can f with the legacy
who the f-ck, gon step to me?
kitchen whipping is the recipe
get the check and collect the fee
x2
{verse 2}
shot down all the birds in my trap house
i map out, the rap route, that i wanna go and take
b-tches be faking and rapping taking all the breaks
sticking with predetermination
sick sh-t that i’m spraying
what the f-ck i’m saying
duck now, kung pow, oh wow, yeah woah
wasn’t even gonna make a second verse
but now i gotta prove myself and disperse
all the f-cking reasons why you’re worse
tell me right now why you are the cure?
mind getting slurred
can’t think of anything to say
cannot contemplate
what’s inside my brain
woah woah
wait wait
woah woah
wait wait
woah woah
wait wait
every time that i step in the booth and tell the truth, and
yell at you, flex a groove
mess with dude and there’ll be motherf-cking nothing left of you
i know it’s true
i know it’s true
i know it’s true
{chorus}
no one can f with the legacy
who the f-ck, gon step to me?
kitchen whipping is the recipe
get the check and collect the fee
no one can f with the legacy
who the f-ck, gon step to me?
kitchen whipping is the recipe…
{verse 3}
sick at the fact you spitting religiously
about the same goddam things
tired of the fact i can rap for ages and trample at random running
one done dada sh-t
shut the f-ck about that gucci and prada b-tch
i don’t need to spit verbal abuse i don’t need bars, women, whips, cash
i just lead, charge, swim in this rap
all you fakes just f-cking lag
fall down, true sh-t you crash
fall down, true sh-t you crash
no one can f with the le-
fall down true sh-t you crash
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