[00:00.11] Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
[00:04.64] Yeah
[00:06.87]
[00:14.12] Brain dead, eye drops
[00:15.51] Pain meds, cyclops
[00:17.36] Daybed, iPod
[00:19.06] May-back, Maybach
[00:20.85] Trainwrecks, sidewalks
[00:22.41] Payless, high-tops
[00:24.27] K-Fed, iHop
[00:25.82] Playtex, icebox
[00:27.69] That's how much we have in common (yah!)
[00:29.43] That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
[00:31.22] Up on this mic when we're on it (yah)
[00:32.77] That's how much we have in common (yuh!)
[00:34.59] That's how much we have in common (woo!)
[00:36.30] That's how much we have in common
[00:37.61] We are not alike, there's nada like us on the mic (yah!)
[00:41.22] I don't do Jordans and Audemars
[00:43.02] I do explosions and Molotovs
[00:44.60] Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed
[00:46.59] I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
[00:48.26] Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, feelin' like the streets need me
[00:51.66] I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spider move like C Breezy
[00:55.04] I don't gotta hire goons
[00:56.41] I'd rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely
[00:58.47] The sky is blue, the tires is new
[00:59.91] The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy
[01:01.92] Why these dudes tryna figure out
[01:03.54] How to do a freestyle as fly as me? (Why?)
[01:05.35] I'm confused tryna figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
[01:08.51] Everybody doin' chick joints
[01:10.36] Probably rob these little dudes at fist point
[01:12.08] 'Member everybody used to bite Nickel
[01:13.93] Now everybody doin' Bitcoin
[01:15.56] We don't got nothin' in common (no!)
[01:17.35] We don't got nothin' in common (no!)
[01:19.19] Y'all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups
[01:20.93] On them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
[01:22.46] I'm into stuff like doublin' commas
[01:24.07] Find me a brother who's solid
[01:25.55] To count the shit up and then bust the shit down
[01:27.06] If the cops hit us up, we can flush the shit down
[01:28.90] We cannot give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic
[01:30.67] Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follower
[01:32.33] Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff
[01:34.00] Now you slippin', call it a power trip, a product of politics
[01:36.47] Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts
[01:38.25] To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
[01:39.72] Knowledge is power, but powerless
[01:41.10] If you've got it and you do not acknowledge it
[01:42.75] Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
[01:44.51] Hirin' strippers, prostitutes retirin'
[01:46.27] We can spit it for ya advance
[01:47.71] I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants
[01:49.56] You niggas
[01:50.28] Brain dead, eye drops
[01:51.39] Pain meds, cyclops
[01:53.27] Daybed, iPod
[01:54.90] May-back, Maybach
[01:56.63] Trainwrecks, sidewalks
[01:58.21] Payless, high-tops
[01:59.91] K-Fed, iHop
[02:01.78] Playtex, icebox
[02:03.80] That's how much we have in common (yah!)
[02:05.65] That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
[02:07.35] Up on this mic when we're on it (yah)
[02:08.95] That's how much we have in common (yuh!)
[02:10.55] That's how much we have in common (woo!)
[02:12.38] That's how much we have in common
[02:13.72] We are not alike, there's nada like us
[02:15.92] You say you're affiliated with murderers, killas (ayy!)
[02:18.03] The people you run with are thuggin' (gang!)
[02:19.68] But you just a wannabe gunna (gang!)
[02:21.53] Like you was gonna do somethin'
[02:22.90] Actin' like you catchin' bodies (ayy!)
[02:24.22] And you got juice, lil' youngin', you buggin'
[02:26.33] You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery
[02:28.68] Bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothin'
[02:29.87] Rap God spit lyrical bullets (pew!)
[02:31.45] And gats cock, your partners better tool up
[02:33.20] This has not to do with muscular
[02:34.93] But have guns for sure, you better put a
[02:36.77] Strap on, other words if you're gonna
[02:38.46] Roll up with your (gang) you're gon' need a arsenal
[02:40.75] 'Cause this bar is over your head
[02:42.33] So you better have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrrt!)
[02:44.95] Oh, you run the streets, huh?
[02:46.14] Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
[02:47.90] This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin' himself
[02:50.16] He wants to keep up his tough demeanor
[02:52.17] So he does a feature, decides to team up with N9na
[02:54.61] But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne
[02:56.58] If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
[02:58.35] And I'm talkin' to you
[02:59.31] But you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly
[03:01.43] I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss
[03:03.91] But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
[03:05.47] I keep on telling you motherfuckers
[03:06.79] But just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories
[03:09.39] Jarred like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
[03:11.39] I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off
[03:13.32] Like a fuckin' cocked semi-G

[00:05.96] You're such a nice guy, a nice guy
[00:09.78] You're faithful, you don't lie
[00:12.87] After the club, you go back home right
[00:16.82] Right, sike
[00:20.33] Suck my dick, you fucking suck man
[00:23.97] Suck my dick, you fucking suck man
[00:27.26] I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
[00:30.54] Suck my dick, you fucking suck man
[00:34.26] I hop in your whip and take a sip then I gun it
[00:37.12] I don't, I don't got much self control, I hope that you run it
[00:40.56] I'm bipolar with the switch up just as quick like you cumin'
[00:43.98] I don't, I don't got much self control, I hope that you run it
[00:47.36] I'm not a cheater, but if I'ma be accused, might as well be
[00:50.75] You tell me you'll take me back when hell freezes, but females be Rushin' me outside my tele, temptation overwhelms me
[00:57.53] Like my monthly bill from Sprint, they chargin' me for a selfie
[01:01.64] Chargin' me, so I gave my hotel key
[01:05.20] Eh, I was tryna be nice
[01:07.98] You're such a nice guy, a nice guy
[01:11.44] You're faithful, you don't lie
[01:14.79] After the club, you go back home right
[01:18.43] Right, sike
[01:22.08] Suck my dick, you fucking suck bitch
[01:25.71] Suck my dick, you fucking suck man
[01:29.06] I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
[01:32.25] Suck my dick, you fucking suck man
[01:35.86] I play your music while you suffer like I'm Carmichael oh Lord
[01:39.12] You tied up in the basement while I chill on your sofa
[01:42.55] La proxima yo se que mejor me quedo sola
[01:45.93] Estas de buenas que yo ya vendí mi pistola
[01:49.32] I'm an emotional wreck, weak, everything over affects me
[01:52.54] When you joke it upsets me, you say I'm no good at sex
[01:55.80] And you think I'm gross and unsexy
[01:57.70] I need scope 'cause my breath stinks
[01:59.61] You hope that I choke on a Pepsi
[02:01.22] Bitch you was supposed to correct me
[02:03.03] Been texting you since three, I still get no fucking reply
[02:06.59] You say you sleep alone, but yet your mattress is king size
[02:09.98] Fuck you going in those knee high boots, cut it out bitch
[02:13.37] I doubt that you're going to house sit in that outfit, no skin tight Levi's
[02:16.96] Every word that comes out your mouth's a fucking lie
[02:20.30] Oh, it's spring time, time for you to have a fling like a slingshot
[02:23.74] You say "don't come over" 'cause you got pink eye
[02:26.24] But I think I got just the thing
[02:27.76] Why don't I bring my fucking bat and just swing by
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