AfterTone - ATPM lyrics

[Verse 1: P Mills] I know I'm going platinum, cause I'm sh**tin' out diamonds Making competitors scared spineless, runnin' like cowards Crush em' like flowers, with Super Saiyan powers Go ahead and bite, I'm sour make your tongue dry And your CHEEKS WATER I think it's gettin' hotter in this b**h f** her so good, now that I'm more than a glitch Now every time I speak the f**ing radar blips f** a co*k, I'm f**in' with fists out on the block They say listen to this these boys sound so crisp Makin' other rappers sound like they rhyming with lisps Now how about that sh**, who would've knew? I did, and still do, so f** you truth to the absolute Hip-hop is on my brain, you can call it head wrap Besides doing it for the fame, ability and money is where it's at Not about white, not about black or any skin color in between that Everybody got a story to tell, we just do it better than most Oh well, that's just how sh** floats but whatever floats your boat Don't cross my red hairs you won't have time to be scared So Tone I think it's time to show these impostors What they really are blue waffle vaginas Ya'll bulls in a china shop, clumsy as f** Messin' your own beats up, ya'll lil' pups we the big dogs So s** on daddy's nuts the spots are fillin' up There won't be nothing for you vultures to clean up Sharp bars, like a razor cut, so clean, you couldn't sew it shut [Verse 2: AfterTone] Turnin' emcees to liquid, yo I'm always sick with it When I spit it, I'm a full blown sickness making competitors quit it As they sh** their briefs, let me make this brief My swords back in its sheathe I'm done cuttin' beef, I can't chew with such rotten teeth I'm always swallowin' toxins, better than the nonsense Y'all been talkin', I'm stalkin' so raw, you'd swear I'm another Hopsin, I'm stoppin, generic? Rap's embedded in my head and genetics so divine, this pen Couldn't write it I wrote it through spirit You've been through hell? Well I have lived there Bringin' it right to ya, there's no more forgiveness in the air I k**ed Milenko, stole his wand and turned my plastic rings gold Got buried in a sinkhole, oh I know I'm an a**hole, Da**ota Better just stop with the sh** they're pullin' Their pusy rhymes are swollen, they couldn't keep up with the Bombs me and P Mills are throwin' Hail Mary b**hes I hate em' and I don't even know em' Thought we told ya on Golden Gun DAKOTA's a BATTLEFIELD SON Anyone can get slaughtered in The Basement Don't look so fragile hoes, it's only d**h your facin'