Daringer - Rodney Little lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, see me n***a? See what I do n***a? It's been a good year It's crazy y'all n***as talk that big money sh** [Verse 1: Conway] Look, they tell me I'm co*ky Cause I don't think no n***a can stop me I'm the man right now boy sit and just watch me Style switch before you n***as could copy Shooter slide through with a stick it isn't for hockey On my hip where the Glock be My city small, b**hes I f** saying rest in peace to the n***a that shot me (Woah) I'm the king nah my n***a I'm Jaffe, Joffer But i travel with a Semi like Akeem Where I'm from they consider me top 3 Bar for bar i don't think no n***a could top me The flow rare like vintage versace Choppa close, can't let these n***as biggie and pac me (Naw) I'm shootin' on sight, i ain't tryna fight But wit the hands I'm Triple G half Iron Mike Gun to his head fired twice, they say I ain't right But f** how they feel about it Cross the morgue f** n***as get k**ed about it Youngin' shootin' like Buddy Hield about it That gangsta sh** boy we still about it My jit waivin' the stick, he barely missed Every time he see a n***a been hit, he say SWISH The semi clapped up This for the n***as that violate parole and say fu*k WILLING Send me back up I wanna pop something, every time I pick this mack up The hardest n***as out n***as thats US [Verse 2 : Prodigy] n***as tried to stop me for 17 summers But i been on these n***as necks for 23 summers I'm infallible, impossible to knock me off Top of my game, they very soft, terry cloth Cottonball n***a I'm a blazin' fire I cook your flesh, and come test I, try your luck New York state n***as on these hardcore streets Catch a quick case, put the hardcore beats on'em They on that trap sh**, im on that b**by-trap life Come at me, and you gon' step on a land mine These n***as stay runnin' and my n***as stay chasin' They shootin' by mistake, my shots calculated Cuz prior to the murder I meditated On post-relese supervision, i still get it shakin' Infamous reputation, ain't no f**in mystery I'm current events, you hip-hop history Boxes of Red Stripe, big ting a marijuan Mind like Farrahkan, heart like the Taliban You talk to me crazy, you dumb I slap fire out you and bust your eardrum This is top tier rap, we second to none Your lil' bars not strong enough to VS us