Green Eggs and Ham (feat. Sol)

Ay, ay, ay Solomon! Green eggs and ham Dr. Seuss really out here prescribing the xans? Then taking that stuff on the gram? The come-up good, it's a sink not a slam I block that wave, new shield dripped out call me Sam And I ram that pram back in the belly of your mam And I couldn't even stop if I wanted the drop of the slop From the guys on the top I would've thrown a strop when cloud popped off And the old ones got mopped, 'cause they couldn't make a bop And switch out the flows and replace them with clothes And create some art that would show that I growed But nah Gotta keep up with the limit, ay Spin my style, Saba Pivote, ay Damn, why you being a cynic, ay Is that your fans, I hear crickets, ay Green eggs and ham Me and Solomon coming over to give you the blam (Bitch) Run up these hands Your shit's unacceptable, give me your fans (Nah) Mash 'eem, like fax This shit, the max Buss' 'eem, like sacks This an attack Ay, yuh, ay, uh Green eggs and ham Me and Solomon coming over to give you the blam (Bitch) Run up these hands Your shit's unacceptable, give me your fans (Nah) Mash 'eem, like fax This shit, the max Buss' 'eem, like sacks This an attack Ay, yuh, ay, uh One fish, two fish, dead fish, blue fish Hijack the train of the flow and choo choo it Swallow this wreck of a song then spew it Shoot to be part of the wave and screw it No I ain't got the time to relax Earnin' my hundreds of stacks Real as opening packs Real as the family of Dax Yeah, I got hundreds of tracks Dropping this year, yeah, that's facts You thought I was playing but this is the first of the acts First of the acts First of the acts Me and Solomon coming over to pick up the trash Beat you like Jax Pinning your income, your boys know we talkin' 'bout tax Come with the hardest of rhymes No we ain't playing this time (yeah, chief) Your career, that's declined My shit looking sublime Yuh, ay Yellow jacket with the black hoodie Be the best, okay, but could he Wash yourself 'cause this shit muddy Looking down on me, okay buddy Yuh I don't know what you mean, nah, nah I don't know what you mean, nah, nah I don't know what you mean, nah, yuh Bitch Yah Green eggs and ham Me and Solomon coming over to give you the blam Run up these hands Your shit's unacceptable, give me your fans Mash 'eem, like fax This shit, the max Buss' 'eem, like sacks This an attack Ay, yuh, ay, uh Green eggs and ham Dr. Seuss really out here prescribing the xans? Then taking that stuff on the gram? The come-up good, it's a sink not a slam I block that wave, new shield dripped out call me Sam And I ram that pram back in the belly of your mam And I couldn't even stop if I wanted the drop of the slop From the guys on the top