Brooklyn’s Revenge

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo man Like, seriously, I'm thinking about changning my identity, dawg Like, I'm feeling, like, royalty right now So dragons is, like, you know [Verse] I am not Dyme-A, I am Obama She told me that I put her in the mind of her father Really can't decide if it's [?] tired [?] charm If he sex life is dying, then, I am the charger Visited a label with [?] Took the "best rapper" threw the guy in the garbage Because I'm exhausted, I'm tired of y'all Who's gonna fire these A&Rs supplying us all this Aw, I'm so [?] these poor little boys [?] I'm forced to politic with inanimate object And get a... as responses Your numbskull mother should've had an abortion 'Cause her kid sucks [?] You not fake, [?] I ain't slap your butt for it to not shake I need a chick that can cook when she not based Your boy bout to start going on blind dates Me, you, my place Took shots, got baked Got shaved, got shaved All this for Dyme's sake And she'll be climbing my walls, rolling in her eyeballs Don't bother to call me if you're not ready So, ho' steady for the scene Four p's and a tripod when I double team y'all with R. Kelly Better than the one Put your Black Berry in the shredder 'cause you're done Ain't a jet set up but I tell you if I run this here I'll make it clever like that veteran son I'm back pedallng, just to show these rap-meddling kids That they can't get away with these whack melodies Heck are these cats telling me that I'll be fine If I make a lousy rhyme And I'll make a hit if I hardly try Want me to be elementary? BS To be intact with the industry: BS That's why [?] request Honestly, I'm probably the hottest they haven't seen yet My wordplays on a park in the swings And my many styles about to form a baseball league You don't wanna battle, I will break y'all Take y'all cheese, homie, get back on your skateboard, please A rubber mask would be a great look Probably for the next spitter tryna be a Facebook G I'll show a rapper how the pearly gates look Spitting a written or off-the-head like a lace front weave What do they want? Not to face us Knock you unconscious and sow your eyes so that they stay shut Ha, all these rappers and they choose me to bother with Don't you know that igga Dyme-A-Duzin got no tolerance? Talking 'bout the tact, like he whack when I'm [?] it Coming with them lazy rhymes, you need to get some harder ish And part of it is lie and ish, mine's and ish Really need to consider quitting this rhyming ish You got all these big guns or this diamond ish Killing half y'all and I'm freestyling it And if you keep talking, I'm gonna be forced to keep walking On your face often until your momma go order a coffin, I'm saying Huh-huh, playing Dungeons, Dragons Next tab is Cherokee's ass and I'm like Kid Cudi On the pursuit of happiness and I'll find out on a computer fappin' If a beats hot, Lord knows I'ma snatch it And what Dyme-A-Duzin does to it is tragic Name an idiot that said I ain't the baddest Must be high, chink-eyed D-Pryde & Traphik (Shoutout to them) (That whole last part was freestyled. Just letting you know!)