G-Mo - The Next Chapter lyrics

[Verse One] I dropped a pair of dope mixtapes on the fly So what y'all think I'm gonna put out when I actually try? Notebooks full of nasty rhymes overlooked by pa**ersby Naa it's time I channel cla**ics that'll make ya laugh & cry Batting hits with averages that's smashin joe mauers Spurring bangers angered banging boards like twin towers If you should judge the book by its cover when it's still young I bet you'll undercover love it when it's author blows up, hold up [Chorus] Are y'all ready for the next chapter? Throw up ya hands if you're ready for the next chapter Are y'all ready for the next chapter? Bounce, if you're ready for the next chapter Think y'all ready for the next chapter Be prepared when I come at ya y'all gon' feel the rapture Since y'all ready for the next chapter Break ya necks and make ya checks payable to the master [Verse Two] Earning my respect in fleets brash with hope Crafting flow for success and salary, due to move a lot of tunes So automatic with the speech, one could say I'm auto tuned Otherwise I'm out of tune with the industry Verbal pistolry, Paulie pistolero fit dinero In a barrel spittin history they rarely teach Increase my digits gleaning spirit peace clearly keyed On the path you ought not rap if you ain't me cause p's a treat Easily outshine emcees features in a body bag Hopeful preachers vocal features 'gina when it's on the rag I ain't even gotta rap, k** em with the lazy spit Creating only cla**ics gettin play from shady's babies kids See his babies babies kids floating round the lakes to this Hovercraft engines coasting to an injuns intellect Ready for the next level, I'm the new chapter A tall pillar for realer no room for laughter I cannot be ga**ed up [Chorus] [Verse Three] If they got it locked I'm coming with combination Hurdle names when turning pages watch this verbal elevation It's percolating like a working late and t**ng Naked chick, earning paper getting lay like a potato chip Out with the basic vocals flip em bogus racing with Contenders boasting they can spit we notice few are making it I gotta twist this fate of paperless to paper thick Shape shift I'll turn to ape sh** to break the bank In this, my greatness is like the making of a baby Talent makes these thirsty women transform to naked ladies Hope to make a baby so when I make it they can say baby pay me But I ain't red bull, so can you swallow me To get your wings and fly away to finer things? Hell no, you seek the change (Mario) I peep the game (Nintendo) Then crush your plans (Wario) cause this is my crescendo You ain't ready for the next chapter let go [Chorus]