SWEENEY SONG lyrics

[Intro:]

Check!
Yeah...

[Verse 1:]
Nine out of ten of these rap n*ggas is Play-Doh
I say "Go!", n*ggas spray your whip like Maaco
Ya got that yayo for the low, you'd swear that Kanye was here
The way they say "where did 'Ye go?"
My flow strong like it's on that sh*t Canseco on
I don't eat rappers, I box them up like take-home
Get straight dome from a bi b*tch
I don't know her name, but told her girlfriend to switch
And the lyrics coalesce, I'll rip the labyrinths
Hazardous material that's oh so immaculate
Accurate position, when I spit this sh*t, it's calculus
Hard, n*gga...
And that was bars, n*gga...
I'm off them Xany footballs, n*gga
Swisher, I don't buff, kush shuffs 'til I fall, n*gga
Too high to f*ckin' talk...
That's why I never call a n*gga...
Your b*tch keep textin' and she want it all, n*gga...

Yeah!
[Hook:]
And I got two on a brew
Let's go cup-for-cup until that ma'f*cka through
And I got five on the bag
Before you toss that square, can a n*gga get a drag?
And I used to spend late nights staring at the ceiling
Pitch-black dark, but I had that feelin'
Vision of killin' n*ggas, being labelled a villain
Because these labels passed, I'mma make these n*ggas pass

[Verse 2:]
Late night, searching on websites for victims
f*ck doing features, you n*ggas competition
That's your assistant on a blunt run?
Give her stomach blows till I puncture her lungs
And it's some n*gga sh*t I f*ck with - in my spare time
But they can't f*ck with me in my mind
Used to be humble, now I'm feelin' c*cky
Cause all these b*tches ride it like a f*ckin' Kawasaki
And these rap n*ggas see my face in they dreams
They worst f*ckin' nightmare wearin' f*ckin' skinny jeans
Wake in cold sweat, my reflection in the mirror
Put a curse on a Freshman 10, watch how it end
Dropped out of high school at sixteen
'Bout the same time as the Wu dropped "Ice Cream"
Arguin' with fiends, starin' at the screen
Watchin' Rap City like it was all a dream
Spent my last three bucks on a Source magazine
Hip-Hop Shop where n*ggas was battlin'
But I was writin' sh*t in my f*ckin' composition
Knowin' one day I would have these critics trippin'
Sayin' that: "n*ggas, I'mma be the future"
New take on rap, this ain't what ya used to
Push the sh*t f*cking forward
Focus on the music, show the people what's important
A load on my shoulder, filla a whole world
Meetin' my goal, watch my plans unfurl
[Outro:]
Check!
Yeah!
Ahn!

[Hook 2:]
And I got two on this brew
Let's go cup-for-cup till this motherf*cker through
And I got five on the bag
Before you toss that, n*gga, let me get a drag
Used to 'been late nights starin' at the ceiling
Pitch-black dark, now I had that feelin'
Vision of killin' n*ggas, bein' labelled the villain
Because these labels pass, I'mma make these n*ggas pass