Riddle Me This

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, peace [Verse 1] [?] I wasn't asking for shit, but you have me begging your pardon You just a regular artist baby I'm better than all 'em Nobody kicking it harder rocking traditional garment I've been repping the hardest I got impeccable honor Just like Tekken at full effect and I'm wrecking 'em all c'mon I could heckle a hog and tell 'em hakuna matata Fuck with a veteran dog, you a poodle a toddler I'm a student, a part of the movement A shooter autonomous I'm true and I'm true to my school And I grew to be ominous I'm cool and the only problem that's truly a part of me put it behind me I'm sorry I truly offer apologies [Pre Chorus] Shoes on in the house get fussed out Gold all in my mouth get cussed out All you fake rappers sit the fuck down Yeah I'm calling y'all out boy what now [Chorus] Get crunk turn it off get [?] now Get drunk burn it up get throwed out Get robbed get stole for your own sound Fuck flow, wanna know what your soul 'bout [Verse 2] I was born in the South but globally fast I'm breaking a sweat you throw in the towels, you know what I'm 'bout I think you know what it is I been taking a risk Since Jordan Lake where I fish and nature's taking a piss Since shaking a wrist and breaking up brick And breaking up bread and breaking the mold and baking the grits And baking the dough and taking them orders Kneading the dough, but I ain't never need delivery tips [Pre Chorus] I said boy I might really need a day job Man I hope this rap shit really pay off Ain't no other skills in my resume, y'all We could be amigos, but I got to take off [Chorus] Get crunk turn it off get [?] now Get drunk burn it up get throwed out Get robbed get stole for your own sound Fuck flow, wanna know what your soul 'bout [Verse 2] Ay riddle me this, how many times you think that I thought that I would finna be rich The benefit is I ain't never been a gimmick n' shit I could always take it back to my simile shit I'm like two fifteens in the front seat Like Bruce Lee's soul meets [?] I like putting my all into one take Like putting gold all in my front teeth [Pre Chorus] Shoes on in the house get fussed out Gold all in my mouth get cussed out All you fake rappers sit the fuck down Yeah I'm calling y'all out boy what now [Chorus] Get crunk turn it off get [?] now Get drunk burn it up get throwed out Get robbed get stole for your own sound Fuck flow, wanna know what your soul 'bout