Skinie Bloo Toei - Barz 4 Buzz lyrics

I heard your a** was talking sh** all along But I bet this verse will silence your a** like Louis Vuitton Silence your S like Louis Vuitton The city sleeping on us, wake 'em up and tell 'em we on I come across as mean, co*ky and arrogant I come across as that kid who's tryna bury them I come across as the sickest of them all They should have crucified Jesus in my s**m the way I come across Only a few are gonna get that Middle finger for F.U. if you don't get that I'm never k**ing n***as, want no blood on sh** Mess with me, my dawgs will come after you like a V That's alphabetical They call me Lyrical Satan I'm blazing flames, going ape sh** And changing lanes on these basics When n***as try to test me, like face-to-face I just Ace it Shout-out to both my parents, they fed me lames when they raised me Look, I'm back my dude Tryna get this cash my dude I just wanna get the dollars and dibas in a lot of f**in figures Take my momma from the village Bring her back up in the city to let her see Son is k**ing sh** I'm finna get it in, until they're feeling me I run the city b**h, I'm talking lyrically I always get it better, they call me Tony Montana I'm going to get this cheddar and get it until infinity I swear to God its getting heavy How everyone around me is waiting for me to make it And I try to tell 'em chill my n***as and keep on praying But with every year that pa**es I can see they're losing patience For real And they tell me you gotta blow, fam I tell em to keep calm like a Sperm Bank My time is coming I'ma blow up in a little bit We can bet on it like a cricket pitch I'm back again on Some lyrical genocide Rappers getting headaches every single time I get the mic When I started this sh** was peaceful But now I slice a n***a's brains just so I can get a peace of mind This' not a song for the girly-girls and the groupies Not for the people that like a song for a good beat The ones that love you depending how good the hook is This' for the ones that love you 'cause they really get what you spit I'm tryna prove that your favourite rapper ain't the best Well, at least not lyrically Not ill as me, admit it G My sh** is lit, I'm a ill MC With the meanest sk** and a vivid dream of k**ing every n***a in the industry They always ask me, "Why the game ignores you?" "How did so and so get to blow before You?" "You got punchlines and fast flows, how you do that sh**?" I grew up listening to Li' Wayne and Ludacris When days are dark, friends are few But you see them coming back when it all goes sunny, man, buka When a n***a had the grind for the shine Man, I swear I was alone like borrowed money, babuya And ntwana I'm not saying I'm the beat rapper But I'm better than the guy you call the best rapper So don't you ever compare me to so n so 'Cause if you take away their hooks, their verses are not that dope For real