verse 1
One hundred is trilly,first half, I'mma bags
One hundred and fifty, cold cash in the bank
Dumb, dumb I get busy, so fast on the dash
One hundred and sixty, no gas, I'mma spaz
Punk, running your city, blow pass from the grass
Puff pass on the sticky, pour a glass for the persons
Up on my gritty, I'm so advanced, showing class
Doubled up on my digits, you a fag growing sad
I make the impossible possible
I'm unstopable, I make the improbable probable
Lolly jotting and dropping juice
When you hot, they be knocking you
There can only be one winner
That means you gotta lose
A lotta you thinking that you can box the dude
You must've taken shots so you high
From fumes of rocket fuel
Overcame any obstacle, show you pay for my optical
I'm the flame in this game
That you f***ing lames cannot difuse
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God damn it I'm fly and I know it
Got the block showing and they know what I'm doing
If anybody ask just tell them we trillin
Just tell them we trillin
verse 2
Who spits that though
That's the lion heart, quiet
They studied the beast with the ROTTY capish
I'm the truth and you frogs lying
In fact I'm the future, is the start signed!
Ion know, you see me from afar shinin
And I ain't even trying hard, heavy bars barb wired
I ain't even tryna spar, you could catch a hard right
That'll have your bruh crying to your mom
Stopping me is like trying to guard a cross
Between Jordan and Lebron, try it
Plenty heat, so I'm riding on the airwaves
I'm only twenty three,
It's only right that I wear Js
Hear the beat, get it right, is what you said page
So I never sleep, I just write, on the man's page
Plenty beats, every night that I hear play
Keep em on repeat, and this might be a weird way
To keep them on repeat, in my mind, 'til my ears ache
So Ion need no beat just to write
I'm a beat, it's Ginger
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verse 3
You see, the lord got me this gift
In the bar, dropping these hits
Like who the best,
Kid I should be on top of your list
And I bomb dropping my nigga, it's on
Get it I got it if you got it I get it then I'm gone
Look at you popping your lip
Just cause you got in a ...
Trippin and popping and shit
Like you waiting for an applaud
Gotta be kidding, come on
I'm in the building, gotta stop all these children
From throwing all their toys out the car and it's on
Need to stop with it
The plot thickens and I jot writtens
For my people on their gritty
Who out on the block listening
Hoods build the block, I been out the block a minute
I'm good if I'm getting guap
I gotta, my clock's ticking
Stop tripping, I'm not dissing
But f*** all these disc jockeys
Who blockin and jump Ginger for not kissing ass
When he drops singles, by the way,
We'll see if I care if my records stop spinning
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