B. White - McDonald's Is Hiring lyrics

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B. White - McDonald's Is Hiring lyrics

[Verse 1: B. White] Ayo, precise when I'm writin' The clash of all titans Half of 'em enlightened, the other half is bitin' Raw rap, all crack, fall-back, fightin' I'm the rain, I'm the thunder, f**er, all-night lightning Who you know like me? [??] might be Ghost know the deal, appeal to most wifeys Lord knows, ex-hoes all spite me I move too fast, the sight of me's unlikely Entice me, we can ball for a minute Or put it all in and go to war till we finished No small digits, I ball on all pivots Old school sound, underground, all vintage A motherf**in' menace to society, ho High and drunk, I don't like the way sobriety go White hoes, black too; I like variety, yo What I'm worth, bet you dyin' to know I'm providin' the blow For five figures I deliver, get the picture Get ridiculous, though I'm inconsiderate, I'll finish you slow Me and Ghost three-river the flow Got a vision When I get it, I don't sit on it I give it and go Truthfully, not concerned what you used to be Usually, five A-M is like noon to me Wide awake with my eyes on cake They say "why so early?" I say "why so late?" Look, seven-nine you can find my estate Nothin' crooked, look, I fly so straight, no breaks No tags, no plates, no fence, no gates A nomad, homie; when I die, no wake And if I die, don't wait And when it's all over, you rely on faith Five Swishers and an eighth, I'm gone [Verse 2: Ghosty] The head the la' raw flavored, like edible drawers But never raw, wash them, medically flawed chickies Kickin' thoughts off the crop, crispy Y'all stand out; not without the cap-locks or shift key I hand out lessons Brand substance, never shy from progression My flyer fluid coupe with frequent flyer discretion Lies and deception make your product intangible We ain't feelin' that sh**, but won't bother a clan of fools Damage lose for the creepin' and proper They sing like Sinatra Or make a scene with the meanest opera My taper clean when I leave the barber Ears bleam like the Queen's daughter Magazines like the daughter of the Queen's father Spiteful, you'll be a martyr for that green bread Jealousy bred, I k** beats, leave the melody dead I still eat, so exceptionally fed Finish cleverly, risin' Pitch diamonds, like Dennis Eckersley rhymin' Or drop j**els like Cam'ron Jiles I spot clowns, n***as tampons now? Listen, you ignorant as that Disney flick, Pocahontas Predictive sick full, my sh** exists, Flow-stradamus Chill, I pay respects with my own style Why she ain't pay one bill, but think she grown now? I see now, they ask why Ghost don't speak loud? Cause they pay attention when I speak, clown See now, why you even gotta speak down? Well why you n***as keep scribblin' that weak down? And even worse, why you call that sh** a freestyle? Instrumental-murderer, I couldn't beat trial So guilty, flow filthy, they don't want me free now School 'em with the wisdom Don't fool 'em with the rhythm Cause all they wanna hear is some dudes that's really spittin' Hence you ain't hip to the smaller hop community Don't fret, UPS could offer opportunities My man's John Quest already got it off from truancy From MC University, true indeed And this is Ghost, not a man of many faces Pour a shot of Henny simply for the Henny chaser And B. White got the semi with the infra laser You struggle, save enough with payments from the penny saver n***a, McDonald's is hiring, as well

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