Black Mag - Never Play`d
Feeling the mood so I killed it
turn on my kill switch every time I lane switch
Nate Dogg a backwood so influential
emotional rappers they be so sentimental
And they weak sound like Meek at his peak and I'm Drake
I be on my shit eat a rapper on the plate
It ain't ATL my nigga I gotta skate
I don't write no more with the flow
I penetrate, reality show watching big gossip Ricky Lake
Funny how niggas got bitch tendencies
I hit ya bitch real quick then I blow a bong rip
Mag drop a track you know that the song trip
And I be on my own shit what the fuck is rules
Selling weed in 8th grade, juggin outta school
Teachers constantly ask what I wanna do
I'm a hustle boy steal and flip shoes
Flip phone keep me low so you know I'm cool
gas low fluid man niggas know I fuel
And I ain't gotta brag nigga and I always been it
I ain't never play'd tag nigga
And when you hear my flow most convinced
I got a ghost writer
I don't believe in ghosts got the gas like a lighter
My similes cause enemies, my metaphors might cause a war
My punchlines is a lunch line
niggas stand in line to eat nigga while I'm gettin mine
Hennessy sipper my nigga I don't fuck with wine
brown drink in my red plastic
Yall wear cheetah print think ya high fashion
kinda sus man interest it be clashing
Lyrical assassin do I hear something coming on
This another breakdown breakdown what you say now
Yall niggas is red nose, straight clowns
I'm a pick those, know my shit goes
Ain't no time for no half ass rappers only real mc's my peas be asparagus
really no comparison
I ain't sharing not a bitch or a bar
ironically this selfish shit got me kinda far
I need a bitch with curly hair, tats, play guitar
Y'all be on JV, I jump straight to Var
Never played golf but a nigga up to par
Got a pair in the air 'case a bitch not aware of the lyrics that ain't fair
Split a tire not a spare, climb the ladder not the stairs
I need all of my shares
No splittin' I'm shittin' and you admittin' you better than Mag
blasphemy
turn on my kill switch every time I lane switch
Nate Dogg a backwood so influential
emotional rappers they be so sentimental
And they weak sound like Meek at his peak and I'm Drake
I be on my shit eat a rapper on the plate
It ain't ATL my nigga I gotta skate
I don't write no more with the flow
I penetrate, reality show watching big gossip Ricky Lake
Funny how niggas got bitch tendencies
I hit ya bitch real quick then I blow a bong rip
Mag drop a track you know that the song trip
And I be on my own shit what the fuck is rules
Selling weed in 8th grade, juggin outta school
Teachers constantly ask what I wanna do
I'm a hustle boy steal and flip shoes
Flip phone keep me low so you know I'm cool
gas low fluid man niggas know I fuel
And I ain't gotta brag nigga and I always been it
I ain't never play'd tag nigga
And when you hear my flow most convinced
I got a ghost writer
I don't believe in ghosts got the gas like a lighter
My similes cause enemies, my metaphors might cause a war
My punchlines is a lunch line
niggas stand in line to eat nigga while I'm gettin mine
Hennessy sipper my nigga I don't fuck with wine
brown drink in my red plastic
Yall wear cheetah print think ya high fashion
kinda sus man interest it be clashing
Lyrical assassin do I hear something coming on
This another breakdown breakdown what you say now
Yall niggas is red nose, straight clowns
I'm a pick those, know my shit goes
Ain't no time for no half ass rappers only real mc's my peas be asparagus
really no comparison
I ain't sharing not a bitch or a bar
ironically this selfish shit got me kinda far
I need a bitch with curly hair, tats, play guitar
Y'all be on JV, I jump straight to Var
Never played golf but a nigga up to par
Got a pair in the air 'case a bitch not aware of the lyrics that ain't fair
Split a tire not a spare, climb the ladder not the stairs
I need all of my shares
No splittin' I'm shittin' and you admittin' you better than Mag
blasphemy
Feeling the mood so I killed it
turn on my kill switch every time I lane switch
Nate Dogg a backwood so influential
emotional rappers they be so sentimental
And they weak sound like Meek at his peak and I'm Drake
I be on my shit eat a rapper on the plate
It ain't ATL my nigga I gotta skate
I don't write no more with the flow
I penetrate, reality show watching big gossip Ricky Lake
Funny how niggas got bitch tendencies
I hit ya bitch real quick then I blow a bong rip
Mag drop a track you know that the song trip
And I be on my own shit what the fuck is rules
Selling weed in 8th grade, juggin outta school
Teachers constantly ask what I wanna do
I'm a hustle boy steal and flip shoes
Flip phone keep me low so you know I'm cool
gas low fluid man niggas know I fuel
And I ain't gotta brag nigga and I always been it
I ain't never play'd tag nigga
And when you hear my flow most convinced
I got a ghost writer
I don't believe in ghosts got the gas like a lighter
My similes cause enemies, my metaphors might cause a war
My punchlines is a lunch line
niggas stand in line to eat nigga while I'm gettin mine
Hennessy sipper my nigga I don't fuck with wine
brown drink in my red plastic
Yall wear cheetah print think ya high fashion
kinda sus man interest it be clashing
Lyrical assassin do I hear something coming on
This another breakdown breakdown what you say now
Yall niggas is red nose, straight clowns
I'm a pick those, know my shit goes
Ain't no time for no half ass rappers only real mc's my peas be asparagus
really no comparison
I ain't sharing not a bitch or a bar
ironically this selfish shit got me kinda far
I need a bitch with curly hair, tats, play guitar
Y'all be on JV, I jump straight to Var
Never played golf but a nigga up to par
Got a pair in the air 'case a bitch not aware of the lyrics that ain't fair
Split a tire not a spare, climb the ladder not the stairs
I need all of my shares
No splittin' I'm shittin' and you admittin' you better than Mag
blasphemy
turn on my kill switch every time I lane switch
Nate Dogg a backwood so influential
emotional rappers they be so sentimental
And they weak sound like Meek at his peak and I'm Drake
I be on my shit eat a rapper on the plate
It ain't ATL my nigga I gotta skate
I don't write no more with the flow
I penetrate, reality show watching big gossip Ricky Lake
Funny how niggas got bitch tendencies
I hit ya bitch real quick then I blow a bong rip
Mag drop a track you know that the song trip
And I be on my own shit what the fuck is rules
Selling weed in 8th grade, juggin outta school
Teachers constantly ask what I wanna do
I'm a hustle boy steal and flip shoes
Flip phone keep me low so you know I'm cool
gas low fluid man niggas know I fuel
And I ain't gotta brag nigga and I always been it
I ain't never play'd tag nigga
And when you hear my flow most convinced
I got a ghost writer
I don't believe in ghosts got the gas like a lighter
My similes cause enemies, my metaphors might cause a war
My punchlines is a lunch line
niggas stand in line to eat nigga while I'm gettin mine
Hennessy sipper my nigga I don't fuck with wine
brown drink in my red plastic
Yall wear cheetah print think ya high fashion
kinda sus man interest it be clashing
Lyrical assassin do I hear something coming on
This another breakdown breakdown what you say now
Yall niggas is red nose, straight clowns
I'm a pick those, know my shit goes
Ain't no time for no half ass rappers only real mc's my peas be asparagus
really no comparison
I ain't sharing not a bitch or a bar
ironically this selfish shit got me kinda far
I need a bitch with curly hair, tats, play guitar
Y'all be on JV, I jump straight to Var
Never played golf but a nigga up to par
Got a pair in the air 'case a bitch not aware of the lyrics that ain't fair
Split a tire not a spare, climb the ladder not the stairs
I need all of my shares
No splittin' I'm shittin' and you admittin' you better than Mag
blasphemy
