Lyrics

[Intro] Yo what's up What's up pimp, hi I'm feeling myself Uh, didn't have to listen [Verse 1] Sit the fuck up, this is no time to recline They say time is money, so I don't do free time I'm so productive, I'm reproductive My rhymes bree rhymes and knows rhymes bree rhymes And knows bree D' lies So there's no getting past it I spit gold M.J's casket, ya'll plastic I'm so above average, my flow's in the attic I spit crack, get your hands raised like taxes No practice, ye a five star general A nice guy, my flow is a certified criminal Uh, so they try to get rid of him and me But my creativity is red like me and Italy [Interlude] That makes me say what's up pimp Yo what's up pimp Ye, Sly nigga Uh, let it rise, that's that savage shit [Verse 2] Uh, South's champion Fly Sly, they ask when he gon' land again Its so anthemic, the flow's cancerous Niggas want the game back, they asking what the ransom is How about when a Megan Fox's tits in a pack of cigs And a kitty cat and an outfit to attack it in (Meow) Straight rancid, I'm dropping shit like laxatives White fleece nigga off a Hypebeast Antenna Tell everybody I'm too crack to sniff And add it to the fact that every addict is addicted I subtract wackness faster than Shack Pack shit Average ass rappers can't see me like crack glasses Ye, I get cabs and spit savage Strictly black magic, ya'll are craptastic You motherfuckin' rap actors take action and get a hall pass for this class act shit [Outro] They can't take it anymore Let me just get out of here they can't, nah man