Intro lyrics

[Intro]
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[Chorus]
Wait a minute
Hold up, brake pads
Smoking on that loud
And off that loud enough to break glass
Smoke at registration
Probably sober up at 8th class
Middle finger to my opposition with your hating ass

[Verse 1]
I say
f*ck what's in your pockets
That sh*t don't define me
I am far from human, stupid Google couldn't describe me
I'm probably the realest here
But y'all rap n*ggas ain't hearing that
But if you drop this here - you might f*ck around and get an ear tan hoe
Where you heard that? nNo nobody said it
I'm the type of n*gga get drove by the chemist
So angelic but the flow kinda hellish
So dope with the freestyle - low I can sell it
And my hand on the mic like feel Jackson
Beat it up now I feel like Blacksun
f*ck high school, I mean it f*ck high school
With a gold chain on screaming, "No Flex Zone"
I met a girl named Sam (Girl named Sam)
And I fell inlove with a girl named Sam
Yeah I had to rub it in like bird mans hands
One hunnid, high life, stay puffing, dry ice
And if don't love it, they can die twice
I've seen the afterlife
I took a peek, sh*t still don't change
Y'all still got a p*nis appetite
b*tch n*gga, you ain't acting right
You ain't rapping right?
And peer pressure almost had a young n*gga straight blasting pipes
You gotta know which hand can't take the strife to make a sacrifice
My n*gga you can't practice life
I'm Price City's Tommy Vercetti
My whole life rests in the palms of the fetish
Grab it it out the hat, magic sh*t
Dab it out the ass for this rapping sh*t
And then write a rhyme instead of studying for my exam sh*t
Dumb n*gga, dumb n*gga
[Refrain: Nasty C]
I could be doccin and doccin or Rakim and paccin'
Have 'em talkin' and talkin'
How I murder these records
This sh*t is just reckless
Can't believe how they reckon
That I'm the sh*t of my era
You know!

[Bridge]
I keep it realer than anybody (You know)
My n*gga you can ask anybody (You know)
If you see my footprints when the moon hits, I'm faded off that good sh*t
(You know)

[Chorus]
Wait a minute
Hold up, brake pads
Smoking on that loud
And off that loud enough to break glass
Smoke at registration
Probably sober up at 8th class
Middle finger to my opposition with your hating ass
Wait a minute
Hold up, brake pads
Smoking on that loud
And off that loud enough to break glass
Smoke at registration
Probably sober up at 8th class
Middle finger to my opposition with your hating ass
[Outro]
Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boys
Hol' up, we dem boys
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we making noise
Hol' up