lirik lagu g yamazawa – riddle me this
[intro]
ayy, peace
[verse 1]
[?] i wasn’t asking for sh~t, but you have me begging your pardon
you just a regular artist baby i’m better than all ’em
n0body kicking it harder rocking traditional garment
i’ve been repping the hardest i got impeccable honor
just like tekken at full effect and i’m wrecking ’em all c’mon
i could heckle a hog and tell ’em hakuna matata
f~ck with a veteran dog, you a poodle a toddler
i’m a student, a part of the movement
a shooter autonomous
i’m true and i’m true to my school
and i grew to be ominous
i’m cool and the only problem that’s truly a part of me put it behind me
i’m sorry i truly offer apologies
[pre chorus]
shoes on in the house get fussed out
gold all in my mouth get cussed out
all you fake rappers sit the f~ck down
yeah i’m calling y’all out boy what now
[chorus]
get crunk turn it off get [?] now
get drunk burn it up get throwed out
get robbed get stole for your own sound
f~ck flow, wanna know what your soul ’bout
[verse 2]
i was born in the south but globally fast
i’m breaking a sweat you throw in the towels, you know what i’m ’bout
i think you know what it is i been taking a risk
since jordan lake where i fish and nature’s taking a p~ss
since shaking a wrist and breaking up brick
and breaking up bread and breaking the mold and baking the grits and baking the dough and taking them orders
kneading the dough, but i ain’t never need delivery tips
[pre chorus]
i said boy i might really need a day job
man i hope this rap sh~t really pay off
ain’t no other sk!lls in my resume, y’all
we could be amigos, but i got to take off
[chorus]
get crunk turn it off get [?] now
get drunk burn it up get throwed out
get robbed get stole for your own sound
f~ck flow, wanna know what your soul ’bout
[verse 2]
ay riddle me this, how many times you think that i thought that i would finna be rich
the benefit is i ain’t never been a gimmick n’ sh~t
i could always take it back to my simile sh~t
i’m like two fifteens in the front seat
like bruce lee’s soul meets [?]
i like putting my all into one take
like putting gold all in my front t~~th
[pre chorus]
shoes on in the house get fussed out
gold all in my mouth get cussed out
all you fake rappers sit the f~ck down
yeah i’m calling y’all out boy what now
[chorus]
get crunk turn it off get [?] now
get drunk burn it up get throwed out
get robbed get stole for your own sound
f~ck flow, wanna know what your soul ’bout
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