And It Goes Like

Lyrics

[Intro: K-Rino] And it goes like, yeah yeah, come on, come on And it goes like Let's have some fun Watch him [Verse: K-Rino] I run up on the stage with urgency And let my sack hang like skin after a bypass surgery My arsenal is not accessible You hate to see me like a fella picking his nose in the car next to you I'm old school down to the bone I still hit the booth and read my lines off the paper, not from the phone I'm not tryna say that your way is wrong But if somehow your cell crash or it lock up, your lyrics is gone It's well known, can't trick me with them lies, please save it, mane Before I make your face vanish like I'm David Blaine What kind of locs you got on, K? Them say they lame Sound like the stuff you wrote came out a newborn baby's brain Better hope I show mercy on your ratchet soul I'm so cold I snatch the donut and kidnap the hole I make you feel the impact of the blast Now you're salty like the top part of a daiquiri glass I might bust your gut open and tell you what you ate for dinner You made a bad transformation like Caitlyn Jenner You anywhere close to K-Rino, trick please Ripping MCs, beat knocking like Kenny Smith's knees If we jump you, nobody better try and help So versatile I do a clique song by myself I'm acting like I don't hear ya 'cause I don't speak to haters But make me mad, I beat your ass with a sweet potato When I win, ain't no friends, I'ma brag instead And rub it in like cocoa butter on ashy legs Dinnertime, no beef just pass the bread I got hair growing inside my head, backwards dreads Mine against yours, my verse'll prevail 'Cause I'ma beat ya to the punch like I was thirsty as hell Yeah you could of been a legend, you was live in the street But you peaked early like cheating at hide-and-go-seek When I pop off, fans on your bandwagon hopped off Rappers have lost touch like their fingers was chopped off Quiet as kept, I'ma ghost him when he step I'm 'bout to lose it like a team down by 20 with a minute left Shooting slugs at K ain't smart, cuz Like having a baby-mama that's a child support judge You wanna act like you standing in knowledge knee-deep You a fake scholar, you don't study, you just retweet Gotta talk straight in case he don't take hints Created clever statements until confusion made sense I'm the true leader; perfect—I don't need a proofreader 'Cause I'm tight like ya mama squeezed in a two-seater Try to jump fly with me, I'ma stand up and jump flier You gon' see more foul play than an umpire I work the late shift when I get the pad and write I'm not a morning person so like that singer, I'm Gladys Knight You kept talking and I told ya you should have stopped then Now you in this mess and can't get out like you was blocked in You thought I wouldn't show, now your face is looking twisted 'Cause I'ma smoke you all day like I was cooking brisket I hear your lines and can't believe that you said this Sound like you bought 'em from a teenager on Craigslist Listening to you, it's obvious that you fraud as hell Like dudes who snitch on a regular, it ain't hard to tell Row for weeks, I'ma a beast with a spoken piece I'ma ruin you for life like a broken lease You just an actor, y'all posing like you really hustle Thought your name with Dave 'cause all I ever see you with is Buster's [Outro] And it goes like, yeah And we gon' fade out Let's fade out Ha ha