SHABOOYAH. ft. Yebio, babybloo, Dahkoom, Zapfish & hunter mars Lyrics

Niggas jump from point to point like a warped record

I'm a war veteran nah that's stolen valor

But let me double back one time its fuck the troops

The day I join bloo shoots me in the head for fucking up on woah

I put this verse on go I got some work on the road

Uber drivin findin some shit to provide me with soul

Running away from my role studio takin control

I can't help but sitting back tryna find my next flow so

Fuckin with me even though you ain't seen somebody doin it like this since

Some dude sat down discovered the laws of physics

Going up and never comin down defying gravity well within my limits

Both my parents short how the fuck I'm walkin 6'6

Workin mad hard elo going up you just can't see it

I'm better than everyone slow down I know I'm conceited

So talkin to me I'm like who ya know dawg

I see a bad bitch hit a lil jig n scream Shabooya role call

Pop up on the beat like I ran through a whole wall

Let the flow get going, it grows like snowballs

When the going gets tough, shit rings like phone calls

In my ears, every echo delays through cold halls

Guessing through close calls, hate asking people to repeat themselves

Fuck collaboration Ima just go make the beat myself

But that's my old demeanor, now I got my fiends raising hell

Off the weed, tryna eat something greasy, I'll treat myself

Applebee's, Popeye's, Mickey D's, all fried

Initially I tried to eat healthily but that died

Still maintaining through hell's heat, I'm alright

Hills feel somewhat less steep when I cry

But I'm so hot between the ears my brain's seared like a steak

Take it off the grill and hear it sizzle on my plate

Making 100 dollar bills, no gristle in the bank

Million dollar babybloo, I'm like Hillary Swank

Comin off the top like I was cherry poppin off

Wear a crown, I never stop im rappin air and dropping logs

Copy paste my style, aww

Cuz you ain't original

Free for profit beat no instruments ain't even got a daw

Sauce don't come unless you the got pocket change

pay the price of talent till you find out that shit stops with age

Practice till you're perfect now ya stuck, ya gotta cop an eighth

Drop the fade

Find all of my people got me optin where I want my stage

One day closer to death we poking at debt so whats worse smokin in depth

Or Elopin to checks

Worry bout them choke at your neck

Vader use the force till you're slept

Cuz when it's over you still hopin for Recognition

It's my ambition to spit lyrics like it's ammunition

Wishin you born a decade earlier for my position

It ain't a talent prescription it's just a mission to abandon the system

Party with ice cubes in the mixer uh

Cuz we fresh and so clean

A mess with our dream

Aggressive cuz No fs givin fucker

These future steps lookin steep

Ahh look now see life feelin cheap when motivation is a bum on the streets

Ya see what I mean?