Saxophone

Lyrics

[INTO: Eminem quote] "Anybody can anything they set their mind to It depends on how bad you want it." [VERSE 1] I'ma crash all internet servers Yeah I walk on waves, and I kick surfers Serve me like a servant I need connection maybe this time I'll get service You serve no purpose like a bitch at a party shirtless This is so hot like two shorties squirting, In each other's mouths At her momma's house Oh I've been a nut since the first time I beat one out Five star restaurants where I need to be when I'm eating out Cheech and Chong lifestyle [?] Getting married to the game just exchanged my vows Rolling up Peach White Owls Up late like night owls Lets have a meeting like right now I want seven figures, that's something you should right down I'm sky high so you know you out my sight now I want a nice car, in my damn garage Dreams that we'll live, ain't no mirage If I ever get a Grammy give that shit to Nas Oh I'm killing in my blood line, Greek Gods All this past time, nothing but practice I'ma have a five star tape, on DatPiff Look up Greek mythology I feel like Atlas Smoking mad spliffs, with a bad chick Once I'm on the radio I know you'll be mad pissed, dawg! Don't ever try to stop me, or you can suck my dad's dick! [Hook] Don't get jazzy on me, I'll beat you with a saxophone Till I crack your back and bones Bomb your crib and blast your home You got skill, that's why them labels leave your ass alone Don't think you can run bitch I'll track your phone I don't kill people best believe I'll crack your dome Rappers softer than a toilet paper roll Your career going straight in the toilet bowl I murder tracks, bullet in the skull [VERSE 2] I'm a ticking time bomb, you don't want to start me Please retire like Charles Barkley I'm focused like when JAY-Z was stuck in Marcy I've been stuck in Hell since I felt my heart beat I do it for the love of music all that bullshit on the radio is stupid I'ma get rich watch me do it Working all week for them shitty pay checks My CD dope I swear to God when you buy where gloves out of latex Smoking blunts after great sex Plotting on dreams where the escape next Well I got million dollar rap journals With knowledge above you like crop circles I'ma stack this green and smoke the bud that's purple Pissing on careers like urinals RIP to Big L and ODB and 2Pac and BIG And all the other OGs I will shock and chill with, and blow OZs [Hook] Don't get jazzy on me, I'll beat you with a saxophone Till I crack your back and bones Bomb your crib and blast your home You got skill, that's why them labels leave your ass alone Don't think you can run bitch I'll track your phone I don't kill people best believe I'll crack your dome Rappers softer than a toilet paper roll Your career going straight in the toilet bowl I murder tracks, bullet in the skull Once I'm on the radio I know you'll be mad pissed, dawg! Don't ever try to stop me, or you can suck my dad's dick I'm a ticking time bomb, you don't want to start me If I ever get a Grammy give that shit to Nas Oh I'm killing in my blood line, Greek Gods If I ever get a Grammy give that shit to Nas If I ever get a Grammy give that shit to Nas [OUTRO] "Stay focused man, sky's the limit go all the way you know what I mean like, there's a lot of suckers in every industry but you know do what you got to do and research the game. Who's making- who has the power in radio? Who has the power? Get next to them or become them."