Hopsin - Simon Says (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, n***as better lay low, I swear this ain't no game bro Asking for blessings won't prevent you from being preyed on See I ain't underground or commercial, I'm in the grey zone I had bars back when Verizon was making payphones n***as say that Hop fell off, I'm yelling "How, stupid?" Y'all ain't never eating but verbally making bowel movements Better bow, you in the presence of wild coon sh** f** y'all, you gave me the mic knowing I'll lose it My style's too sick, boy I've been programmed with pro raps All these n***as' tinder as f** but still no match I'm a nice guy but when I'm in front of the notepad It's f** it, dawg, off with his head, sh** it'll grow back How you claim to be ill when your career ain't never seen a sequel n***as ain't playing you in they Beats Pill I could touch lives through the speaker, 3D sk**s Stop it boy, I'm on a roll like TV film I remember n***as didn't f** with me, dawg The tables turned, now we're even, damn, what are the odds? There must be a God, you f** with the ugliest broads Your hands out, it better be for a lovely applause Otherwise do not bother Undercover Prodigy, how could I not prosper? I am the godfather, style's beyond proper f** you little lame a** wannabe Hop bloggers mooching off Hop's dollars You n***as ain't sh**, you wish you were shot callers So y'all can get f**ed like I do at ma**age parlors I'm in and out the Matrix, sh** I utilize both The Grim reaper, you and I know Will you survive? No Once this whack MCs find out I crucify souls They'll be calling the number on Logic's suicide song