Letra de Jigga
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Take a look and cut the fuckin' light on, I bite like python
Son of Poseidon, Trident
Strike like lightnin' and give light like sun
And sometimes I don't write like Shawn Carter
Plus, I'm way smarter than an eighth grade scholar with straight A's on his way to a grade A college
Why don't you acknowledge my haulin' of knowledge?
I asked them niggas who was better, all I heard was silence
Verbal AK's were sprayed, all you heard was sirens
While I'm cheffin' in the backseat, happy that my attack rеached
Laughin' like, "Come gеt at me", I'm sharper than cracked teeth
They fuck with me back East, my mama a black queen
My step daddy was a PCP dust smoker (Damn)
I used to see him slumped over, boy was fucked over (Damn)
You think that I'ma be victim? Got me fucked over (Facts)
How many steps I am to success? One closer
I mean come on, man, this shit ain't blatant enough for you niggas or what?
Yeah
All about the fuckin' money, stuff it in glad bags
I'm the shit, excuse me if I rudely had passed gas
Southside, Houston, Texas, niggas in black masks
They tryna send a bomb through your hood like Baghdad
Damn, it's facts though
Greet me as the rap Fidel Castro with cash flow out the asshole
I feel like parliament, uh
Don't need no doobies in my funk, I need the rawest shit, uh
Fresh out the dark, I was born to spar with the hardest pit out the kennel
Dig out your dental, leave your shit dissembled for incidentals
Fuck an instrumental, this is deeper than rap
My niggas knee deep in the trap with street sweepers and MACS
The beat reaper is back for revenge like the Candy Man
The avalanche, roll over niggas, the ambulance couldn't fix 'em
I'm hammer dancin' on victims with bands in hand
Your bitch think I'm a handsome man, I'm smooth as Dapper Dan, uh
Just give me a minute, bitch, and watch me lock the game like penitentiary premises
Big Sparta, it's imminent, bitch
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Son of Poseidon, Trident
Strike like lightnin' and give light like sun
And sometimes I don't write like Shawn Carter
Plus, I'm way smarter than an eighth grade scholar with straight A's on his way to a grade A college
Why don't you acknowledge my haulin' of knowledge?
I asked them niggas who was better, all I heard was silence
Verbal AK's were sprayed, all you heard was sirens
While I'm cheffin' in the backseat, happy that my attack rеached
Laughin' like, "Come gеt at me", I'm sharper than cracked teeth
They fuck with me back East, my mama a black queen
My step daddy was a PCP dust smoker (Damn)
I used to see him slumped over, boy was fucked over (Damn)
You think that I'ma be victim? Got me fucked over (Facts)
How many steps I am to success? One closer
I mean come on, man, this shit ain't blatant enough for you niggas or what?
Yeah
All about the fuckin' money, stuff it in glad bags
I'm the shit, excuse me if I rudely had passed gas
Southside, Houston, Texas, niggas in black masks
They tryna send a bomb through your hood like Baghdad
Damn, it's facts though
Greet me as the rap Fidel Castro with cash flow out the asshole
I feel like parliament, uh
Don't need no doobies in my funk, I need the rawest shit, uh
Fresh out the dark, I was born to spar with the hardest pit out the kennel
Dig out your dental, leave your shit dissembled for incidentals
Fuck an instrumental, this is deeper than rap
My niggas knee deep in the trap with street sweepers and MACS
The beat reaper is back for revenge like the Candy Man
The avalanche, roll over niggas, the ambulance couldn't fix 'em
I'm hammer dancin' on victims with bands in hand
Your bitch think I'm a handsome man, I'm smooth as Dapper Dan, uh
Just give me a minute, bitch, and watch me lock the game like penitentiary premises
Big Sparta, it's imminent, bitch
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