J-Yak - Valley Kids lyrics

Same kid, always stayed low key/ Roll through the Valley bumpin H.O.C., off the tape O.D./ Plenty dudes who used to hate on me/ Would send requests, tryna get in games of Halo 3/ But its chilll tho, im still so so, bout my ill, flowing/ Still they try this beef sh** like buffalo bill's colon/ You'll be Wilco-in, always playing Uncle/ My names mumbled, afraid that I may trouble, your pace/ With my rebu*tal.. I go off like a space shuttle/ You play the puddle, get stepped on when I break huddle/ Your whole team's on my circumsized tip, but/ There's no squares in my circle, you can't circumscribe sh**/ So quit asking me, yo you spit? fantastically/ And unmixed, so master me, cuz my sh** is dastardly, hitting/ Writtens like Ca**idy, then they lie like "That was free,"/ Riiight, no wonder nobodys f**ing with you like chastity/ Your majesty, can get his a** whipped when I grab a sheet/ Have a half a tree, divied up and pa**ed to me, in a sweet/ There's no relation to Mac. your #1's cousin, like a deck of cards/ Jack shows up, your 1 doesnt/ Im buzzing, bumpin Domo Genesis/ Feeling fly as pegasus, my drive is sly as lexuses/ My game is big as texas is, the a** behind alexis is/ And im just tryna set my sh** above of all of these pessimists/ The message is.. that this is the kid's year/ And if your to spit here, your destined to get smeared/ Like queers, in the game, my names feared like Vick's here/ Cuz after I switch gears, to six, ears are kicked, clear im sh**-face/ Fresh off of an average-a** mixtape, but ready to dic-tate/ My place, feeling heavy as dick-weight, the stakes are/ They tryna tell me where the brakes are/ No car, my bars respond only to eight balls, I'm on one/ But I'm fresh off two, in my diamond crew/ Sea green tea, or off-blue/ I cross dudes, leave em living off soft fooods/ Their jaws too sore, from awe droped, they achoooed/ Yea, Hint of the sickness, I'm hindering hitlists/ Of visc-ious vigilantes fishing for biscuits/ I switch em like stick shifts, and hit em like thick hips/ They rolling, I kick flip em, hold em and nitpick em/ Sick wit em, no,im sick of em, more/ Curriculum is coming, but keep humming, your summoned/ Under my freshness, out for the best, my obsession/ The rest can wake me when the test is...done/