LoudBeats - Licensed lyrics

[Intro] Fresh in em calicos Don't know where I be But I'm not at home, not at all Dreaming so high I need aderralll I am an animal [Verse 1] Khan in the cut now Got gra** to cut down Gon' work till sun down We know that time is money So I be putting in minutes It won't let me punch out Speedin; it's the last ride Key in my Sienna believe we alive Cuz' it's all for the chicken You know that I don't lie Me and my dawgs gon' be hogging at Popeyes Now I'ma let the pace switch Through trials and tribulations we came in Still racing, right now in the van though Next time Lambo when I watch this year go like Van Ghou Can't close the door that I broke To me you a John Doe To them I'm John Rambo RVEES fresh with camo, my peoples is Camels But it's all good cuz' a drought I can handle (sh**) Kid get a grip, spit out of spite (Ahhh) Thirst for blood let me mix it with Sprite Now Michael Tyson gon' fight Golliath Keep it movin' through the shootin' I'm Michael Myers Better check your tires North Vagabond, Winters coming So my engine runnin' NOBVLL on the wire f**in up the function Came broke to this city F.O.B. in me won't stop at nothing [Pre-Chorus] We came to f** it up Turn up and then live it up Ice cold Im ice cold Im ice cold I feel the rush Now baby just give it up I been out of touch with my soul With my soul With my soul Waking to [Chorus] x 2 Get close To get dough To get mo' Licensed to be like this I'm licensed to be like this [Verse 2] Numero Uno I'ma get a Juno Hair game so vicious b**hes call me Justin Trudeau Rappers be like Bruno You ain't rapping it right Y'all imagine giving handies when you grabbing the mic? f** P's Q's, I see through deceitful fool f** acting polite Gotta' capitalize on every mistake you make Another step for me to take, selfish with my aim Man I came then I saw, so I called alll my dawgs Then we barked at you all, so y'all ran to the stall Then we f**in conquered "Incompetent " that what they call me? Why ain't you talking all that Steven Hawking? Pardon me, it's the world we live in You believe me when I'm ignorant so f** it No apologies! Got me thinking that I'm dead son I ain't with that pill poppin but I'm swallowing the red one With the red rum then my head spun...no U-turns So I point a hand gun to my damn skull Now we let the led run may yo' a** catch up Everyday it's beef; we eat if you let us Want all of it Pray that we don't suffer But please don't let the booty be your last supper [Pre-Chorus] We came to f** it up Turn up and then live it up Ice cold Im ice cold Im ice cold I feel the rush Now baby just give it up I been out of touch with my soul With my soul With my soul Waking to [Chorus] x 2 Get close To get dough To get mo' Licensed to be like this I'm licensed to be like this