Land$hark

Nah nah nah don't act like y'all know Mitch, it's Land$hark on my shit Ten years straight I waited, for the chance to spit like this on tape Chase that dream, same one that Wu Tang had, won't stop till I get paid Write me checks or hand me cash, don't matter, please just don't be late I keep my circle tight, I keep them purple leaves stuffed in my pipe Keep my cash on hand, it ain't that bad, just got a couple bands Keep on killing tracks, you say it might just be from all the hype Know the tops a climb, I packed my bag, I'm here to take a hike Three years Oney, one year Clarkson U, they said just pay your dues Paid that bitch a hundred grand damn, man, like whatchu do? I got stressed and stoned a lot, I hit my plug up that's that dude Sit through all them classes, pass like joints, then I just act a fool I'm the stool, I'm the shit bitch, Mitch switch flows quick, you just missed it I don't got two chains but I'm still different, I'm so gifted I'm so god damn lifted from the spliff I twisted up now let's get ignant Pour more whiskey in the cup, just enough so I stay sippin Nah nah nah don't act like y'all know Mitch, it's Land$hark on my shit Ten years straight I waited, for the chance to spit like this on tape Chase that dream, same one that Wu Tang had, won't stop till I get paid Write me checks or hand me cash, don't matter, please just don't be late He's probably just like Dave, the new Lil Dicky Funny raps, and crazy flows, and nice to Os and shit He's still a rapper, pricey clothes Big name brands so he can flex that he gets checks, ice out his toes All y'all know that I just win. I don't f*ck with defeat Now y'all want features, y'all like - please, if I buy one verse, get nine free? I get these deals when I buy beats, on BeatStars, tryna save some cream Mitch you know me, two OGs, we tryna make some cheese The track would slap, if you rap. No cap, I think you owe me that! I don't owe you nada, cop faux Prada fur my new fiancé She thinks that I got her Prada, I don't got the heart to tell her That it's fake. So I say"Babe, you look like Beyoncé" She said"Thanks, it looks so great. But why the hell is this so fake?" Nah nah nah don't act like y'all know Mitch, it's Land$hark on my shit Ten years straight I waited, for the chance to spit like this on tape Chase that dream, same one that Wu Tang had, won't stop till I get paid Write me checks or hand me cash, don't matter, please just don't be late I keep my circle tight, I keep them purple leaves stuffed in my pipe Keep my cash on hand, it ain't that bad, just got a couple bands Keep on killing tracks, you say it might just be from all the hype Know the tops a climb, I packed my bag, I'm here to take a hike