Say It With Your Chest

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Zee & Krash Battle] (Young) Ah (Say what you want to) [Chorus: Krash Battle] Say what you want to But say what you said On the day we approach you (x4) [Verse 1: R & Young Zee] See I'm hardly a loner Hundred hoes on my phone And you can never be me Or a clone of my clone Nah, I'm thinking cash go get it At the speed of light (ZOOM) astrophysics, Yea Look at all these drugs I flip and get rich While I watch you fall like Ridiculousness, bitch Get me mad I run up on you and clap it Go to your wake Then play target practice with your casket It's either sour or purple Take long pause and blow circles Mil in the briefcase like Virgil Like I won the lottery You're not hard to me I swing my razor blade and hit your carotid artery Watch your eyes close Your lips change colors Me and your girl exchange numbers I get brains from her I'm down with Young Zee and Pacewon (Yeah, R) I step into a booth and make thunder (What up, Pace?) Stop spittin' rhymes I eat that shit like lemon-limes With clementines On fish and wine Young, I sit 'em down like dinner time And sit the gun on their Invisalign Legend has it when folks talk on their lawn "That boy did four songs before he was born!" Don't fan my flames I throw hand grenades At Summer Jam parades In a pair of Vans and shades Your style is fake My bars out of this world Like I ate about a eighth Of outer space And sniff the whole ounce with Drake And drank the venom from a thousand snakes I'm on a roll, I make honor roll In Rock 'n' Roll at a private school You a scrub like doctor's clothes We coming straight to where you rest Then it's Kevin Hart, nigga "Say it with your Chest!" [Chorus: Krash Battle] Say what you want to But say what you said On the day we approach you (x4) [Verse 2: Krash Battle & Young Zee] If I don't ever make it with this rapping profession It ain't hard to move P's like bladder infections I hear it's big cap like the hat of a Texan Don't get stripped for your necklace Lackin' at breakflast You just blackin' out off Black & Milds You actin' out Think rational This Mayweather got you thinkin' you Pacquiao Soon as your homie drop You gon' call the cops Get ice cubes for his notch We take fades like barber shop I own two IHOPs I got a safe in my wall like on Nightwatch I'm Cyclops And my bars high tops Like Air Force 1's at a motherfuckin' Nike shop Reps for hire I got it locked like a staffordshire On a Acura tire Bitch is young choir boy I stop five heart beats when my gun fire toys Shit go too far I'm layin' 'em to rest When you beg for your life, nigga Say it with your chest