Brownskin Head

We got the game in a choke (Woo!) Some of you niggas won't cope I hop on a beat like a G.O.A.T I got the gang in the studio we cook every day and we move on the low Niggas are bitching nowadays I can't be beefing with none of rappers I rather go smoke on a different kinda zone Niggas are up in their feelings (Woo) I can't relate boy I'm buzzing (Prr!) You rappers are chilling with bitches I'm working too hard and I need me a billi (Let's go!) Too busy be killing these melodies Simpson I came for the money, I got no time for a thotty I'm breaking the rules and I'm jumping the border The tape is on fire like boiling water (Yeah) We causing a riot and I'm flipping the game to its knees Niggas are selling they souls, oh well I'm selling records till I'm rocking Chanel My palm is itching for the Dollar like Pearl Some of my haters are going to hell Maybe I'll pay you a visit and talk to devil to burn off your head you dig (You dig!) The person who put, you know a bad headline on a cover then touch and me not Knowing this person I was like "Well, this the one person I know" So I can go and let out everything that I feel about every single bogus weekly cover Every single bogus skit Every single rumor in barber shops Everything that people feel it's okay to treat celebrities like zoo animals Or act like what they saying is not serious or their lives are not serious I was talking to God yes, I'm deeper with the conversation they need me to do (Yeah) The conformation I ain't telling the truth Ice on my wrist ain't fucking with that (Yeah) Niggas are beefing, they boxing each other and chasing the fame they boxed in (Let's go!) In the studio with the gang locked in (Aye!) I do not give a f*ck you can give me any rapper any type of demon I'ma do an exorcism For this wanna be rapper and trappers (Woo, yeah) I feel like I'm trapped in cycle full of anxiety F*ck all prodigies, I got a problem with all of you rappers who claiming they conquer with no fucken empathy (Woo) A real leader shows empathy, young niggas on the rise gee (Let's go, woo) We got the game in a chock (Yeah!) I hop on a beat like a G.O.A.T (Woo!) And we move on the low (Yeah) I got the gang in the studio we cook