Feelin Dangerous

Now for a minute I been lurking I been quitely working I can hear the chirping, only got my eyes above the surface Been penning all these verses, making sure it's all perfect Cause it's over as soon as I call curtians This rap shit i'll forever be ill I'm summer time in Houston Texas I will never be chill You draw on me then you better be Cherokee Bill Or this nine gone make sure that you'll forever be still You ask about it I'm a star I shine so bright y'all keep wincing I move like Raymond Reddington with keen senses That nigga got that look in his eye, he seem different They still taking shots at the boy but they keep missing I got my swag back, I'm in another groove I'm in shotgun I see the safety it's a cover 2 I got the fake smash on the right, I'm reading number two I got the pump on the corner post, it's a double move Yo, for years bro, I had to watch niggas That was not better than me reach more success than me I mean I been rapping for years but I kept that shit to myself No more bro. No more. I ain't letting niggas breathe no more bro I'm applying the pressure, they gone see what I'm bout when it's time I'm prone to hop on any track and spit the coldest shit I be out here lapping the field and they don't notice it They don't recognize my skills and all this potent shit My data plan good, I'm walking in with loaded clips So you can come test me, but at your own discretion But you bound to fail this test cuz you don't know the lesson I'm deadly like Walker Texas Ranger when I hold the Wesson I am not to be played with. I am a loaded weapon Who better than me? That's what I'm trying to figure out I just take these sixteens and (spit sound) spit it out Murder tracks, yours and mine, that's what I been about You follow directions, me, I took a different route You can follow the GPS and that's cool with me but I don't need directions my nigga, I know the streets No discrete words when I say that I'm a cold MC I'm a bully in this rap game now who want the smoke with me F*ck outta here