Matlock - Brand New Nikes | Текст песни

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• Matlock
• Brand New Nikes

[Verse 1]

Guess who's back fuckers? Roll that weed up

Engineer, please turn the goddamn beat up

Cats' ridin' tails on your man's tuxeda'

Yo I sonned a hundred rappers but I ain't gon' feed ya'

This my new shit, I'm back in business

If you didn't get this you're on my shitlist

I'm at your doormat like Jehova's Witness

With Balboa's gloves read' to go the distance

Fly Pig up in this, haters are nervous

Thinkin' I'ma say their little name in my verses

I ain't a maniac though, I'm a man with a purpose

If I shitted on somebody then they prolly deserved it

Bags of that purp' shit, OG Kush

Tell your friends about them yo but this the "shush"

This rap shit? No more beatin' 'round the bush

I'm the new Jesse Jacks', operation PUSH

[Hook]

Brand new Nikes on, brand new hat

Fresh out your bitch with a brand new rap

Knock Knock motherfucker, guess who's back?

With some shit for your ass, where the fuck y'all at?

[Verse 2]

These girls like "You're such a fuckin' asshole Matt!"

'Cause I'm with the next chicken in eleven minutes flat

Fans give me dap then I sign an autograph

Sayin' "Thanks for the support, one love" and all that

Some cats hang around smokin' my cigarettes n'

Stressin' me out askin' all sorts of question

They wanna know the secrets of my magic like Kreskin

Like I'm gonna break down now and start confessin'

Here's a question people ask a lot:

"How you write your rhymes? You wanna rap? Then watch

I smoke massive blocks of hash and pot

'Til I float through space like an astronaut

Then I scribble on the page and the track his hot

Then I wave on the haters like a traffic cop

And mr. show-promoter better have my gwap

I'm a motherfucker, just like my bastard Pops

[Hook 2]

Brand new nikes on, brand new hat

Fresh out the booth with a brand new track

That's right motherfucker guess who's back?

With some shit for your ass, where the fuck y'all at?

[Verse 3]

Everybody talking' 'bout your boy ain't right

'Cause I cross out tags in the broad daylight

I built my name out of bricks not hype

Respect the architect, Frank Lloyd Wright

My first two shits', had hits accidentally

Moonshine, two-times as strong as your Hennessey

Mixtape, sick straight through to the endin' G

2707, crime of the century

Mention me in the tale of this town

Bring some motherfuckers if you comin' for this crown

Swim with the big fish, you bound to drizz-own

Middle finger up, never turn my shit down

I'll get down 'til I'm up in a cage

Got paid, no one's seen me in a couple of days

Puffin' haze, cuffin' strays, son I'm stuck in my ways

Ain't dumb in brains, I'm just too fuckin' stubborn to change