Intro -
Junior For The Win (grunt)
1 -
Like Ross
I'm a boss
I want everything
Gimme the money
Gimme the bitches
Gimme the fame
Been in the game
Bout four years
I want a Lamborghini
I want a Bugatti
Like yo gotti
And I wanna be Crusin down the street
Like eazy
Yeah look at me now c breezy
I keep on flowing like river
I deliver
Like ups and no bsin
I'll be there shortly
You can wait shorly
If I don't pick up my phone
Please leave a message at the tone
My iPhone be getting blown
Like me from your girl
Sorry I can't pick up we be getting freaky deeky in the bed
Bout to get some good head
Your girl be liken me better than you
She lovin what I do
Make her scream
Damn she want me
And she doesn't Want any other part of you.
(Evan Gummo OLD CUT Verse) -
These Rappers ain't got bars
That's a dead zone
I just got with a chick
To put you in the friend zone
It's the championship
Rhymes leave you in the reck zone
Take right to the touchdown
No end zone
Tryin get a little money
And the fame
I never want it
Getting Hotter like the summer
All My friends
I really love them
Yeah they got me through the come up
And They never let me plummet
And they always have my back
Until the day I reach the summit
Take a kid with skinny jeans
One leg at a time
And for any one who got left
I hope your alright
Rhymes stay contraceptive
So it's safe to say that i'm crashing party's
My songs take the cake
It's on every beat
Now way to wait
Never had a plan b
Cause i'm a okay trying to get a monopoly shit in the game
I be the last stop
Cause I out last you lames
To be real
I'm hot dogging you haters you see
Like AT&T i'm gone
2 -
Back against the wall
Back to everyone
Who said i would'nt make things happen
Kick it back three years
I was 18 rapping
Visions in my head that i was 18 stacking
It was all i ever wanted
I want the game be lacking
Always kept it 100
And barely made shit past it
My grind never quit though
I stayed on a mission
Competition do planes
So i do this shit to lift off
Uh got bars
Haters think i got that luck
Every line i got that punch
Know i got drive
How i pop that clutch
And where the hate at
All i gots that love
See I'm back in this bitch
But i aint never left
Boy you lack in this bitch
Cause you aint got no wealth
And i stack in this bitch
And i keep to myself
I don't rap in this bitch
I just vent how i felt
And i do what they say i would'nt (CHECK IT)
Doing what i shouldn't (They said i shouldn't)
Moving towards a better place
Boy I'm doing what they said i couldn't
Growing up i use to feel out of place
Now I'm blowing up
And all them feel outta place
They saw me struggle
They saw me fumble
But never help
They try to hit the roster but I'm outta space
Skoog -
Imma get money and the power
Respect, snd get checked
I get checks
I get that
I get hoes
They get wet
Im sick
Yet my words are an epic epidemic
I am legend
Catch up or get left
I want the world
Imma take it destroy
And remake it
A guy in the making
Cause truth i can't take it
The poor are the back bone
But the back bones are breaking
From free to the rich
Killing us with the power of the dollar
And in our own blood and sweat
Tears have been shed over debt
Causing death
Rob is a survivor
Playing Russian roulette
So i went out
And got my spare rhymes
Like bullets
Like evolution of a man
Went from being broke to execution a plan
To get money like the government
Now I'm hot like a southern man
Bundled in the middle of the summer
When its humid and temperatures over a hundred
Man i want it all
Can't get enough
Why
Skoog
Get yours