Hoodies & Bombers (Reprised)

Lyrics

[Intro: Veto Corli] Check, check, check Corli Look, yo, uh [Verse 1: Veto Corli] Revolutionary blood born of Affeni Tempted to kick it like introverts hacky sacking with beanies I need my fucking credit The best to rhyme in bunches Never pulled no punches like I'm canceling a debit Now let's set it and forget it Matter fact, let's just set it I'm tired of niggas forgetting If chips fall, may they be leaded I used to wanna be the best around Until I did the math and saw the sum don't really move the decimal I'm still around if you ever need me Sixth season and my tone ain't change like Mr Feeni Dedededede Dottie, dede Dottie day Fools open they mouths and drown on rainy days This the return of the king No Lord of the Rings No golem follow my trail, I'm Gotham minus the lazarous wells If you require a shell, I can appoint you Get knighted from nines, I can anoint you Switched to new styles, now y'all follow the leader I built a house and these ungratefuls just played Jenga Ah [Verse 2: Bunky] Uh Ballin' like I'm Kobe Dior my toe, Euro steppin like Ginobli Miss me with that brodie, know most you rap niggas phony Copy catters try to clone me, I'm the one and only Actors with all they theatrics, niggas deserve a Tony I'm moving by my lonely, Ben Frank my only homie Fear me like the IRS, tax niggas like you suckers you owe me King me like the Rollie, on top of the game They taking shots at the throne but ain't on top of they aim Bobby Rel and Barry Blue was on top with the 'caine Now his son is spittin' crack, I guess it's one in the same Just Stick to my lane Eviction slip with a U-Haul, nigga You on notice here to remove y'all niggas Fuck a hater my motto, life on full throttle Raise your glass, pop a bottle with a model Feel like Hugh Hef in the grotto Round of applause for my greatness Hall of famer with the pavers Jersey in the rafters smiles and laughters Titles like the Lakers [Verse 3: Westside Buddah] Who out there could think they better than I? The best in your mind, but still, I know it's death in your eyes I been blessed with a grind One step at a time I'm gon' step for what's mine Don't step on a mine, tryna land next to Letterman fly If not, hoodies and bombers I made peace, I'm good with my karma Pleased to alarm you out the speaker box, boy Bigger than Sean or a L or a Pun Notorious for things that I've done with these words, it's absurd Know you heard but I am the one The two three in his prime, every line is like a leap from a line I speak from inclined angles, my seat is reclined Table full of GOATs, heart full of hope, we was mud made Let this dope fit in all these bars feel like the drug trade Bugs sprayed how I seen them scatter when amongst raids Crazy I dropped most of what I learned 'cause I was once raised To get by, 'til I realized it's not enough Snatching everything I've earned, earning everything I want [Verse 4: Cee434] Hah, uh Know I'm a headache to haters, I make 'em wanna be Cee Wannabe Cees just imitations, they want a CC Wanna see Cee when they look in the mirror Never compete or comparing Trust me, the difference is glaring Three Fifty to McLaren They nothing like me, they never liked me, I grew to embrace it In different brackets so they binding together like braces Aligned in they crooked ways no matter how much they meddle I ain't never worried 'bout niggas taking my space And I'm from the Dirty where niggas do you dirty In hoodies like it's a jersey, pull up and shoot from thirty Running like Derbys when you hear the shot In flight jackets, tryna plot on a thot to do you like Kirby when you hit the spot It's time get money like Curtis All that time I been working, I always knew it was worth it The reign coming like it's April, remember you heard it 'Cause I'm certain we building funds like pastors in churches Passing the plate during sermon Amen [Verse 5: Tyrone Briggs] Yeah, I got it Uh Any given day I'll switch it up and really be rapping Really a savage Inflammation, as far as these joints, I really be spazzing Gotta tell these rappers chill 'cause they average My reaction like Ye in "Niggas in Paris", don't get killed for fashion Y'all got it mixed up, as far as skill for writing and crafting I play the center, 'cause that's the field that I do the snapping, I'm different Loading my clips, I'm ready to hit up any artist This target practice, you rappers just practice being the targets, listen Whoever you think is better, you a fan of his Or you don't listen to what I'm saying, you just be hearing it Your favorite top two rappers couldn't compare to this Spanish chicks wearing Air Jordan 1s, they just a pair of mids That's no opinion My willpower will take you off the set for good, don't be the first Ant Vivian Rap for the family's sake So for my lineage, I'll turn all you goats into food like I'm West Indian [Outro] (Free motherfuckin' samples, nigga)