Super Man Ain't Saving Shit
• Written by brass
Verse 1
Hold up, rewind, you motherfuckas fresh out of time
I'm bout to come blastin mine, then get away wtih the crime.
Most niggas claim grime, but then don't do slime
I handled my affairs, now I'm bout to handle this rhyme
I bang with the same mean team
Tryna make the same green that makes you dream when you see the big screen.
Hell no to the fake bills, death to the fake skills
Bout to rake in real deals, then count my infinite mills
Makin money is my only objective
If you ain't about your money, you need a correction
You on that dead broke shit, you need resurrection
My shit stay hard like porn stars erection
I kill like lethal injections
I rape beats that's ill like yeast infections
If you on that fruity shit, I see why you stressin'
Because I came in the game with the full pressin'
Niggas on that bull shark
While I bend they bitches like an arch
The dick got these bitches lit up and bout to spark
Right angle, rectangles
Hit em where I see the tramp stamp labels
My nut tells the story like fables
I run this rap game like horses out the stable
All these rappers some big bitches like Mable.
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brass
Member since February 12 2014