I’ve got nine lives, I’m a cool cat. They got nine knives, praying that I do that. Succumb to my foe, but I ain’t dumb, hoe. I’m numb to the stress, success do this, yes. Cause it ain’t about how you don’t taint what out. It about how you paint vivid in the doubt. Just doing you, leaving haters livid, huh. It a shoo-in that I’m cool, a fool like whaaaaa. How did he do it? I got the fluid pumping, knew it jumping, school did bumping. Of my stream, the juice, the use it seem. Became from a shame, to now what I claim. I got the power, it don’t sour ‘less I say so. I control in full my whole play, go. Make me a dub, I do that yeah. My girl wanna rub, I do that yeah.
Ohh Yeah, place to be. A Hype stay ripe on the M-I-C. Ohh yeah, place to be. I display array after array I spray. Ohh Yeah, place to be. A Hype stay ripe on the M-I-C. Ohh Yeah, place to be. You know what, stop the beef, just let it be.
Too many deaths, too many breaths. Where is the medium, in this life of tedium. Some dumb ones use guns to settle battle. That’ll, push the petal faster to a disaster. Heaps of peeps dying, I’m trying not to. Wish on a loss, yet toss this, I got to. We gotta stop BS from Tucker Carlson. All that shit that he stress, he more like Sucker Carlson. End that mother fucker Carlson, he hate those. Who ain’t the type of fella that I guess he suppose. Supreme, A Hype will yell a fit ‘til he quit. The beam, is pointed at his face, end his fucking case. Of shit, I would love to get, his ass gone. I cover many things, hover over like wings. The world, as shit unfurled, I got nervous. But I’m the G.O.D., Greatest On Dis, at ya service, yeah. Yeah. Let it ride. Aight. Uh.
Ohh Yeah, place to be. A Hype stay ripe on the M-I-C. Ohh yeah, place to be. I display array after array I spray. Ohh Yeah, place to be. A Hype stay ripe on the M-I-C. Ohh Yeah, place to be. You know what, stop the beef, just let it be.
Yo, I’m a keep doing me, you keep doing you, fuck Tucker Carlson. Hah. A Hype up out this. Ohh Yeah.
