Pure Bars, Pt. 2 (feat. Papa Bands)

Woah woah woah woah It's part two Bars so pure don't get confused with cocaine The way I'm spitting out fire yet it's feeling like rain You think you Tory you should stay in ya lane I'm still coming for the glory with no holes in my game Like bad boys yeah we back again I'm known as Thanos 'bout to snap again Same dude with no pad, no pen Saying f*ck the Jack and Jill, it's just Jack with Gin Now I feel like Tony Romo If they do not need me then they know I'm going solo But we on the same side know that I ain' switching If I'm feeling like I'm Jordan then I guess I fold my Pippen But he cannot be a Pippen when he grinding more like Kobe You can let the words speak when you coming from the Show-Me Claiming she a fan but really is she only? I'm still going for the top cuz the bottom just as lonely Gotta tell 'em that I'm ten toes down, that's ten toe deep I done been knocked down now I'm back to my feet I've been battling wolves I ain't scared of no sheep F*ck a bitch name faith, I ain' taking no leap So is adios, hop in the jeep, I tell 'em vaminos Since taking trips to Hollywood just for Hollyhoes Insert myself on top of my girl that's where my body goes Yeah these boy's been running from conflict like a snotty nose Running from action, I'm lights, camera when I see it I'm drinking a bottle a whole fifth while you plea it Pick a carcass apart while its still steaming Manifested to reality no need for dreaming Beats turn into artifacts, hold on I cannot start with that That was 5 years ago, still I'ma slaughter cats All you rappers days get numbered, I'm like the almanac Call up my nigga Nutty Bitches asking where the almonds at? Cash out, my vision clearer than in a glass house I paint a picture that is so vivid Van Gogh would back down Stash house, the way that I'm dope you think I had pounds IT ain' even as scary in comparison to rap clowns Ass to spit like rim jobs, yo drive wouldn't even crash a whip Blasphemous, feel like the Messiah born and raised in Nazareth Pacifist, they raging a war against the blackest kids Not having it, f*ck all that drug talk and that ass that's big We taking over, LowerClass coming straight from bottom In a minute yo favorite rapper you soon to forgot 'em So get back again, you'll swear to God that I was African The way I keep the peace its like hakuna matata A fool, I'ma not-a, y'all niggas you do what you gotta But you a fool if you follow just to get a view for a dollar When D'low, I'm living slow and cruise like impala When D4oesz, these niggas cannot do what I'm bouta Look D4oesz and Bands, we like shoes in the sand We taking off and glowing up We like two super saiyans, maneuver and plan Niggas cannot do what we can We set a pace with the thoughts, the thoughts took off and ran Cool as a fan boy Nigga you couldn't cattle the beef, it ain' no land for it Really I'm bouta remaster this lease, I'm the landlord Taking over this game it's a shame and I won't stand for it Paraplegic, give me a hand boy Bars so pure don't get confused with cocaine The way I'm- Beats turn into artifacts, hold on Bars so pure don't get confused with cocaine The way I'm- F*ck all that drug talk I tell 'em vaminos Bars so pure don't get confused with cocaine The way I'm- Beats turn into artifacts, hold on Bars so pure don't get confused with cocaine The way I'm- Beats turn into artifacts, hold on I tell 'em vaminos