March SZN, Pt. 2 (Lyrical Ride)

Season on to you chickens, I'm taking over March Push my limit if you want, you gon' be my shadow dark Most can't shout my music and my lyrics choppin' like martial arts Forkin' on these noodles, I twist they ramen now they can't taste without my seasoned salt Mash on these potatoes, these dogs givin' me goofy vibes Can't mix it to my blender, cause I'm smoothie, then you messy sides I'm the man like a burger, you a sidekick, bitch, you some salty fries You ain't fresh like McDonald's, the way your verse is just really dry Verse sound good like pussy, feels that you shorties make facial cries Can't say that I'm legal, but I could hide a flow, Google Drive Take over the wheel that 12 can't even put me aside Playground you niggas, that y'all can't even let it slide Flow So old with this generation, my music should survive Play me uno, then my niggas gon' draw you like 25 How many times y'all gon' say that I really give Drake vibes I'ma just let y'all know that dude is behind me most of the time Yeah, read between my lines like you look at Miss Thotty curves Read between my words like you're reading a Bible verse Look at my music like you look at girls like a perv Only the fam F.A. ain't no game moves like Lil Durk Keep my four eyes on you dummies, I know y'all moves like a small nerd Pass the shit to you junkies, cause my flow longer than you nasty turds Cause I ain't done with the plate, y'all gave me the damn serve Call me the pastor cause the day I'm finna get y'all the dang word Tired of bangin' these bangers with my rhyme F the gang world 999 the code, how I'm juicin' it too, y'all crazy word Y'all so sassy and plastic, fake, yeah, I'm callin' y'all Barbie girls Minaj be better than you, fake's she's more than a Barbie girl Flow came out natural like a hair pattern of a natural curl Superhuman with these letters, but no, I'm not word, girl Kid on you like PBS, how y'all watch me like Superwild Can't complain, thank God that the skill is makin' me rap wise Killin' on these brains, they wanna kill, I'm some suicide Like they cannot get, they depressin' and put it to the side I ain't Uzi, push you to the edge, I'ma just push you aside March season part two, but this is the lyrical ride Bleaching you niggas, not like a sport, more like fuckin' die F.A. in my blood, I don't need to think over it twice Cuttin' you fades that I don't need to get up to you limes Yeah, C.Melo