PittThaKiD - S-Emcee lyrics

[Archer: Verse 1] Well it's the fake n***a antonym Duke Devil champion Back and he the man again SWAG Team acronym Whole squad managing Rolling with the savages Archer transforming New slave turned activist I'm in the sky walking like I'm Annekin 10 Deep hoodie stay fitted like a mannequin SWAG Team cooking Making money pan handling Son Of Sam dropping now these weak n***as panicking n***as know I been a threat since a snotty nose Running sh**, cardio Fakes fear the audios Usually off the dome But when I write I like to body flows This sh** is realer than the ending of Pinoccio Poltergeist, slowly overcoming heights Mobbing with my A's I'm finally feeling like the older guy Hand 'em any track he'll probably send it to the after life Been gone for a minute now my new sh** is over hyped Ghost writer, see me pull up in a phantom Chain glisten, cross banging In a blue/red flannel King Archer with the Arrow I'm a motherf**ing pharoah Loading clips full of verses Ain't no ending to this ammo Long Dragon in the camo n***a burning like a camel Stay high like SAMO Waxing n***as with the candle f** wit us you'll get dismantled Flow rare like enchantments (Archer runs out of breath) [Archer: Hook] A trendsetter n***a get like me I went to West But n***as calling me the S-Emcee A trendsetter better get like me I went to West But n***as calling me the SMC [Archer: Verse 2] Archer sound like the devil when he mumble The weed so loud it wake the devil from his slumber It makes me take these beats and leave 'em 6 feet under It's all good though, I know the creators Ain't nothing greater Shoot a J, then I get faded Off the gla** for game Like look n***a we made it I'm underrated, underpaid And undebatedly, the f**ing greatest I'm amazing, walking humbly These n***as hating I'm creating a monopoly I'm from the city with the ocean and a gentle breeze Where n***as grinding all the time I'm tryna spread my vision To overseas, I'm balling on 'em tryna skip divisions Or through these verses Used for endless rounds of ammunition Still got the apron Cooking n***as up inside the kitchen Still ripping writtens Sinning, hope the lord forgive him Arch a chemist, mixing n***as Just for fun ain't no incentive Hurt ya feelings, make you feel it Savage n***as pulling triggers Man I ball so hard this sh** is feeling like a scrimmage I'm a poet like I'm Khemit Steady smoking headband Black hoodie, grey vans Shaded with the Raybans n***as steady hate fam They better change the game plan I'll hit 'em with a left My Arm stretching like it's Space Jam Bless verses, amen Poltergeist amazing Ghost punch writtens Jabbing n***as like I'm Rayman I'll k** you with these words Like a n***a playing hangman Or come up off the waste And turn this place into a wasteland AA's ~pWp~