The Neverending Mixtape, UnoDeuce, Stakes, Shanga Goman, ¡kylkenny!, Brasco - Represent Lyrics

Take the beat out back
You bout to see the fate of Old Yeller
I'm the only King Kong, ain't nobody go realer
Man I'm kind of like a cocktail of Em and old Dilla
No killer but I show you no mercy, no filler
When it's coming to my verses put the hearses in a line up
The only rapper worth it when you searching Carolina
My presence online is something akin to Vine
Cause I only last for six seconds, but they still sign up
And I don't need no zips for the kids to know that I'm fly
I zip it up and rewind, I pick it up like Lebron
I palm it but I tell you no comment, borderline
The goat, year seventeen, you think this the fucking decline
This the fucking reprise, all eyes, I'm in my prime
All time, you acting like you forgot, that's Alzheimer's
I play an away game, crowd is all silenced
Give Lil Uzi Vert a break, cause y'all spineless
I'm like bro, you a slow poke, never been dope
You like Youngboy NBA but you always been broke
I'm the goat, you a rowboat, stuck up in my moat
You kinda like the spinach dip cause you mastered the art of choke
Carter spoke to me when I was a kid, he said Uno
Do you listen to music or do you just skim through
So I picked up the pen and pad, and after some bad doodles
I mastered the craft, kiss my ass after the fact, toodles

From the land of where children are left with knife wounds
It's the reality but fuck it here's a nice tune
A bunch of people that really might end your life soon
I let the money talk, I don't want to fight you
These fuckers ruthless, they do it because they like to
These fuckers ruthless, they do it cause you got nice shoes
When you're locked in their sight, don't think they might move
Cause they be wetting man up, just like a typhoon

You know the Bay had to get it
Tell me when to go and I'ma twenty oh six it
Scraper scraper 1-9, I'm Super Sic Wit It
Shanga Goman open up shop, it's town business
Representing Oakland till my gravesite
Flexing with my A1s from daylight to daylight
Taco truck late nights, ghostride lakeside
Tires on screech boy, welcome to the Bayside
Who got your subwoofers jumping
Rolling down your block, it sound like King Kong krumping
Put me on any beat and you know that I get to tussling
I get it by any means, I'm a dog that nobody muzzling
Take me back to bumping all them CDs with my cousins
Them North Bay Haitians, blood thick like it's hardly running
Been had my fist up, been marching since a youngin
Sak pase with this parlay, I'm so Black Panther rugged
Pop my collar and my dreads get to shaking
How I move to the music got Medusa freeze framing
It's been five years, I've seen a lifetime of change
Tryna Stone Age the city but the culture too ingrained
Loyal to my soil, that's the energy I'm channeling
Don't do it for the clout, we move and then they bring them cameras in
Multiplied the product, but you can't deny the factors
The Bay ain't just on the map, we helped to make the atlas

From the land of where children are left with knife wounds
It's the reality but fuck it here's a nice tune
A bunch of people that really might end your life soon
I let the money talk, I don't want to fight you
These fuckers ruthless, they do it because they like to
These fuckers ruthless, they do it cause you got nice shoes
When you're locked in their sight, don't think they might move
Cause they be wetting man up, just like a typhoon

Manhattan keeps on making it
And Brooklyn keeps on taking it
But Texas in effect
I got in this bitch and put my stake in it
From Little Rock to banging
Niggas was slangin shit up in them bricks
Them Tony Montana fantasies, we fiending for that fix
Where babies be talking crazy
Even the bitches selling pixie sticks
To scratch my itch
I'd rather run them ditzy trixie Dixie chicks
Summa cum laude
Pull up swerving in that big body
Southern twang up in my speech
Purple chains be lookin gaudy
City slicker slipping when I'm dipping in and out the party
I'm selling them contradictions plus I'm sipping, leaning on Bacardi
A nigga like me is no other
Slicker than butter, blame that on my mother
Thinking of me and they shudder
Talking all gutter, given the fact that I'm southern
Happy we under the covers
Ain't use a rubber, but you was never my lover
Niggas be callin me brother, fuck you
Did I stiggitit-st-st-stutter nigga
I put my heat up on your beat, Brasco
Consider it a blessing from StarGod
Kenny skywalking the land of Nod
On Westheimer in Candy, Bissonet with Brandy
Niggas don't understand me cause they ain't dripping in sauce
The God, nigga
Got to get on your job, nigga
Hater get on your job, nigga
In American excess, flexin for breasts and checks
Can't live in this lifestyle, it's too hard, nigga
The tar face muthafucka with the bizarre taste
Allah states I am him, I could never be a sinner
The hard breaks, a reflection of life in this place
For the ATX/HTX Second Ward and North Lamar representer
BYATCH