Temples
• Written by MelloWSkitZo
Who wreck the mic like me its hard to find him
My Gs violate your Gs is violins
So stay away cos lyrically I got bodies
Like Tiger Woods Got Kobies
trust I be fully aware
No friend to me plus I keep eyes Like Chambers street
So Stay away from the Loco's with [?]
More Ice T than Romeos
Cali Say Rad
New York Say ill
Jamaica Say Bloodclart
and
Houston Say Trill
I don't understand if it ain't dollar bills
Kick you off the rock like Emil
I got skills from crown heights to Hollywood hills
Kills like Mary Derm tryna pay these bills
I reveal the real
you chill
See the fire in my soul
and the coal in my grill
I think I found my second home
Sunny California and it's your little nigga brother
You ain't meant for corners, it's what they told me
So I never looked back, I got a shell in the bag
Fat as elephant ass, so we flirt in the path
Passing propellers I tell her, tell her we flying just listen
See we diamond just shining and they gon' find us glistening
Brought sand to the beach and we left with your bitch
For the record in Guinness I'm a hecklin' menace
Where is Robin, I'm Given', fuckin' minding my business
He a regular victim, of some regular in women
Regular niggas, you always cater to sluts
You always wasting my time, you always faking the funk
I put your motherfuckin' dream in your face
You keep lookin' for some women to be all in your face
That deep dussy reach niggas, keep dussy
That Tennessee dussy make a nigga be dussy
You can never rap better than me, cause you ain't dedicated
You ain't underrated, you ain't underlooked
You ain't overbooked, you just undercooked
It's supposed to be me and my niggas in the record book
Now they got me out here by myself still fresh as fuck
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MelloWSkitZo
Member since October 20 2015