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tre'shawn money a.k.a. streetspittah - about it lyrics

we the ones verbally murdering, hurdling past these wanna be me’s
please tell me, this ain’t my only compet-tion
i teach these boys the rules like my notebook composition
now i got the whole world itching to know what i cook in the kitchen
yah, yall don’t want none
lethal like fixed sentences, yall are run-ons
and when i got guns on, all they do is run
now that i’m on top, i do my ish for fun
yeah, threw my watch in a safe, now i got the game on lock
yall watching to be safe, but treshawn can never be stopped
skeptics, expect me to be worse for their favor
only time there’s an l in my favor’s when there’s flavor
beat so r-t-rded, but it’s yet to fail me
got yall gasping for some air, screaming help me
i’m straight merking, hope the customers know what i’m selling at
got enough fire to be spitting all the way to h-ll and back
money, money, money got me looking good
on top of the game to make sure the rest of yall are understood
money talks, even if there is no cents in it
all these fans be complimenting, i’m like please don’t mention it
i’m saying, i’m ill, i’m spreading, it’s like my music got rabies
everyone hollering at me like “okay, t” like i’m kb
keepin it real professional, all you scrubs be looking d6
i ain’t about shady business, so eff lane corley and his ecigs

these rappers whack
they jump on tracks
but they can’t rap
and that’s a fact
i’m holding racks
all i ask is
what yall know about it?

if yall talking smack
but yall won’t at
i’ll make sure to wipe yall off the map
its all in the stats
all i ask is
what yall know about it?

eff lane, eff your mentality, you got no sk!ll
last time i ran over a p-ssy, it was considered road k!ll
i’m blowing everyone’s mind, no h-m-, but call a medic
imma leave lane so trippy, he’s gonna be calling me the psychedelic
bruh, no hard feelings, i’m just showing you where i stand
i ain’t the one with a blunt and corona in either of my hands
this ain’t all of me, i’m keeping it costco, ur getting samples
my verses blow the game away like its name was sarah campbell
i’m switching lanes, jumping lanes, yeah i’m going lane to lane
i’m high up in the rankings like my sk!ll be smoking mary jane
you say you an inspiration, but that ain’t true at all
why would someone follow a kid that smokes ecigs in a bathroom stall?
i’m saying i’m on the throne, and i’m here to stay for a while
but all these dead rappers are starting to make big pile
the game’s only getting easier, all yall rappers rapping poorly
please don’t ever rap again if your name is lane corley
call it beef, i’m gonna call it hate with all caps
you barely surviving me while i’m sending small taps
i’m saying it takes half my energy for you to fall back
all it took was liquor and drugs for you to think ur all that?
bruh, you done messed up, my lines be straight k!llin
all this brutal winning, you’d think that i’m a villain
especially with all the rappers blood that be spillin
but i’m no ceiling, all these cold lines leave me chillin

im like the nick patterson of rap, call me the prodigy
i be straight ballin, you stank more than cottage cheese
bruh, you success such a lie, i’d put in under mythology
after listening to your tracks, lane you owe the rap world an apology
i’m handing out pink slips, lane i just ended your career
in my game, it takes more than stealing cars to be feared
i’m on a streak now, that’s one, two, three, and now four
you’re probably the only rapper at lakeside worse than average moe

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