mic check, yeah, djy, wat up, spirydaz 4 life, yeah
yep, here it go,
ice on my neck look like clear snow.
but no time for brags, this is serious,
oh djy is whack, i don’t wanna hear this sh*t,
same mess, from the same haters,
mad cuz i get mines naturally, i don’t claim paper,
& yall make no sence, u just saying words,
say u can spit but that’s sh*t coming out ya mouth, u spraying t*rds.
& people try to say i cop rhymes,
try to bring down my confidence, but yall just stop signs,
but i keep going, pushing the speed,
wit my n*gg* on the p*ssenger side rolling it up, cooking the weed.
who ever sad i can’t rap, they can kiss my rear,
and i’ll take ya girl, and if she wanna go faster, imma shift the gear.
cuz i’m a mad n*gg* who just don’t care anymore,
& when i take this ice off, it’s a chance that u can stare at me more,
cuz i’m shining, call me greezy,
and if the bling freeze, call me the snowman a.k.a jeezy.
i’m just a big compliment,
and yall old food, watch i dump the sh*t.
i dropped u on the floor cuz i’m clumbsy b*tch.
my bad but u’ll neva see another n*gg* from brunswick spit,
as good as yates,
they try to jump me before i spitted this but the hood is late,
speaking of hood, they aint real, they imposters,
i’m the realest n*gg*, shoot up the whole roster,
first i ball u up then i just toss ya,
try to shoot u back down but i just lost ya,
cuz for u lame n*gg*z, the end is near
up it’s ova, now i feel a cheer,
party time, yo hoe bring the cris in here.
ha, ha, ha,
i’m a beast n*gg*, i’m out