More bars. This beat feels like something you could rob a bank to.
lyrics
Double up on socks, put on the Reeboks
It's raining outside, seen too many cops
So I keep the hoodie up, earbuds plugged in
They think I'm on crack with my eyes sunk in
Tweggs got beats you can't help but bump em
Bumpkins back up before I squish your pumpkin
You lack gumption and you perpetually stunting
Then strutting yo shit like you really something
We know better, little to no cheddar
We won't let up, the new trendsetters
Blending endeavors, emcees get dismembered
Give your girl a wedgie just to upset her
That's my bad fam
Behind blue eyes, The Who, the bad man
Damn, I go ham, these other rappers are spam
Nothing of substance, nothing to fuck with
I just bust this, like my name was Peter Venkman
Proton pack, got ghosts to vanquish
I'm on that dank shit, always going hammer time
Friend of yours a friend of mine...unless they racist
Hey kid, life has been yours for the takin'
Nothing makes sense if you're always wasted
And victory is close you can taste it
So why you waitin'?
You got limitless potential, no matter the credentials
Essential to the game, burn down your residential
Condo, strike a match and rip up on the bong, yo
