[untitled] Songtext
von Dead Luke

Uh

Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)

Ahuh

(Uh, Uh, Uh)

Check it


Somebody call a doctor (Call em′)
What you call you munchausen's for rap imposters (I don′t know)
What you call pill popping for addicts and degenerates
Question rhetorical, leave it all to my Rhetoric
Too busy rapping to be a varsity lettermen
As if I'm a soprano, blood in the risotto
Just to keep the people fed
Pull up to your city to perform for all your friends
While you shake ya fucking head
It's not my fault that the shit you make is dead
I′m too thorough to ever politic with feds
I won′t need to
But with this lyrical murder committed
That's liable to guarantee my momma out the kitchen
They might hit me with a witness protection pitching that′s tempting
But I rather do 25 to life for my commitment to this rap shit
I'm so poppin I coulda bin laden in the past tense
Any era im taking that fitted off that captain
And that go for you lame ass n
Deranged ass n
Always take the train ass n
Shoutout to L for another 1
Study the history
I′m DB cooper robbing you n than leave a mystery
Shoutout to all the motherfuckers who never did shit for me
I might have to pull up in that Bentley
I might need Joel here just to check me
I might have my old friends all resent me
For flexing
And that shit just might vex me
I'm threatening
I been getting money for the music
Its a blessing
N rock amiri I might pull up in Giuseppes
Please do not confront me with no bullshit do not test me
Cause I might just SAT with this GAT
Best ever since PAC & BIG
Nobody could Fw me
Leave em in the ICU just to DIE
With this MIC Then walk like a P.I.M.P

I don′t know whatchu heard about me
But best believe it don't concern me
I keep a burner to maintain peace
So I don't want to have to show you my piece

But I might let it bang on you n
Think it twice cause I won′t go to jail for you n
But you don′t wanna see me with that thang lil n
Cause I done been through too much fucking pain lil n

So please watch ya tone
I been itching for the throne it's been given
When n jack they got a fucking clone I believe it
The game been rinse and repeating
So if I gotta sell my fuckin soul
Just to take the crown
N you could keep it

Believe me ima get the bag regardless
Ballin like Dennis Rodman
I′m guarding all my deposits
Record breaking the billboards as an independent artists


Who telling me what?
Who fuckin w Yoda?
Brushing off that dirt off my shoulder
Like 03 Jehova

God forgive me
For My flesh is weak
And The meek shall inherit the earth
May the devil disperse
Pray that the heavens my turf
When I ride in that hearse
Till then ya getting this work

I don't know whatchu heard about me
But best believe it don′t concern me
I keep a burner to maintain peace
So I don't want to have to show you my piece

But I might let it bang on you n
Think it twice cause I won′t go to jail for you n
But you don't wanna see me with that thang lil n
Cause I done been through too much fucking pain lil n

So please don't tempt me
Please Don′t tempt me
Please Don′t
Please Don't tempt me
Please Don′t (Please Don't, Please Don′t, Please Don't)
Please Don′t (Please Don't, Please Don't, Please Don′t)
Cause I got that heat Dawg (Got that Heat)
And we could slide on ya

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Don′t fuck with Me
Cause I keep good company
Don't fuck with me
Cause we could slide on ya