Status/Furthermore off the mixtape.. holla
Lyrics
The kids back..and ya shits been wack
So I'm holdin the eagle.. that got the sick kick back
This-that..the other.. talkin's gettin me pissed black
So just keep runnin ya moufs... until you get clapped
And since I'm nice you tell me to boast..
(okay).. I got more punchlines than a celebrity roast (yeah!)
Yall can talk gangsta, you feel so hood
Til ya arms is in the air, like my feild goal's good (word)
Plus in a battle.. I'm known to keep wins stacked
Dutches.. bowls.. N bongs.. I'm known to keep shit packed
Switched rap.. so wit consitancy..I'm sonnin lames
Cuz when it comes to the mic.. I'm the and 1 of this game
Cocky persona.. trust me.. ain't no one the same
I got an open mind.. you don't.. so I'ma open ya brain
Oh its a shame.. chick only notice the chain
But really I'm dope..(how) I was molded from cain
Nothin less then rough.. if you want it then step it up..
So nice.. girls jock us.. worse than protective cups..
I'm well past the competition.. they fell back..
Spit fire.. so when its laid down.. it melts wax..
We hot.. act like we not.. never caught in the weed spot
Status..I keep locks.. from new yawk to T-Dot
I'll be bad to the end (yeah).. I'm bad wit a pen (yeah)
We at it again (yeah).. its matt and his friends (yeah)
And make a car switch lanes, dawg I rip, kick lame,
Kids'll get slain when I flip on mixtapes
This game? pfffffffft I got it on lock
Call my cd the sun cause when it drops ya know its gotta be hot
