Akeem Haze - Gucci Spits lyrics

[Verse 1:] My brother, I could probably win in a sh** talking competition I'm young Juvie when I win the moon walking competition I'm MJ when it comes to my competition Gimme the mic or I'll jack son Don't try to hit me with a case cause I'll beat it like Michael Jackson Take notes, no rhymes in the composition My lyrical composition comes from off the cranium f** k**ing beats, man I'm slaying em And to my opposition, I know they ain't playing em They say I can't spit but its like, I'm missing my front teeth Tryna say I bite, don't front me Don't flex homie, because you're not a rock like you think I'm like the second track of Indicud Man, my eyes low, I'm on the bud, must be Indica So fly, I mean high feeling like a man on the moon I'm so gone but I might land soon November 8th, boy I'm a maven I'm amazing, and I'm changing Cause it makes better sense, but I'll never ever change what I represent When I'm done, you'll look back in retrospect Like damn, he just blessed the set Damn hit yo girl up, yeah I just sent the text Sippin in some Tex, hold em and set the deck Dont need no X, I found my mark You think you ballin' just because you hang in the park A lot of people taking shots hoping I reply to make them relevant I just read their comment and say the hell with it I'm heaven sent so no Need to pray for me, pray to me And if you ain't love me, stay the hell away from me I ain't no dummy I run my sh** you just chasing me Keanu Reeves I got that speed Paul Westerberg, ain't no replacing me Hearing talking, don't tell a soul, I just let it be IFYB, that's where I'll ever be, damn [Bridge:] And you thought I was finished but I'm right back in it Like the drawers of these women Yeah shouts to Lil Weezy Toking on that, you know what, got me feeling a little wheezy And I'm coughing like the Pokemon No Pokemon, man Better cut the sh** boy, you ain't relevant Cut the check this ain't Nike come and fight me [Break:] Ugh, Gucci x3 [Outro:] Ask me for a feature cause you got struggle bars hoping that I can bail you out But I don't give a f** man, run up in the function You a hoe man, I should sell you out Nah that don't make sense, probably wouldn't even make any profit Man, I'm a motherf**ing prophet Got that dollar incentive Damn, I'm with your mama and I'm in it Damn, Gucci FlipFlops and I'm in it to win it Cut the sh** boy, I ain't no f**ing play toy I'm just with your girl and I'm acting like her play toy Man, I'm just goofing off on this last part, k**ed the rest of it Feel like I should have fun with it