[Verse 1] Can't do what I does The dude did it, been abusing the drums When it's done, you won't believe what fiends do for a dub I don't even get a chance to mix it without the handle it's twitchin' Nose drippin', while they planning they fixes Listen, I'm way deeper than that shit that you speak And your so-called classics, I could pen in a week But I ain't conceited I'm all on the cocky side With bitches leavin' the crib, doing the knock-kneed slide What you know about it? Homie, you slip with your girl, and I could show her 'bout it I make your next top model do a show about it And make a neo-soul broad write a poem about it I'm from the land of the burner, so I don't roll without it The borough with blue steel Where times times changed, so now I'm sittin' on the stoop kills But still, I'm that dude controlling the cabbage And I don't got a bank card, just a hole in the mattress
[Hook] Now turn it up You gotta have your speakers bleedin' Burnin' the highway, and then your Jeep is leanin' Turn it up Thirty-five cents, with intents Twistin' that good piff, you in the hood bitch Turn it up Keep that system knockin' Truck rattlin' hard, 'til the fender droppin' Turn it up What? Turn it up a little bit Turn it up What? Turn it up a little bit
[Verse 2] I'm here to handle my business Shit is easy I'm expanding the limits In the throne, on the low, while I'm plantin' my pivot I'm on the creep, creep Plottin' on the seat that's open You hear that beep beep, y'all better proceed to floatin' My name heavy in your speakers, the dude got love If I ran a race in the dark, I couldn't lose my buzz See the flow is like cocaine sprinkled with propane Gettin' straight down to the roots like Rogaine I beg for anybody to differ Try hollerin' back, and see how many won't be hollerin' witchya When Skyzoo slide through, ain't a team comin' near him Couldn't see me if we were standing between double mirrors I lowered the bar to try helping you And you still couldn't kiss my feet if you stood on 10 pedestals The new breed who got somethin' to say Flow flawless, and keep a bad slut on her way
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[Verse 3] Now put your hands together For the dude that they call the crowd favorite I'll breathe on the beat, and they callin' the foul flagrant The savior of this game and I'm proud to say it You got a song to prove me wrong? You can proudly play it I speak bold, cause I speak from my left tit And fuck the past, my motto is you're as good as your next hit So fuck what your crew made Y'all better get that Hennessy outta your veins and replace that shit with Kool Aid Dudes try they hardest to sound hood I threw a couple G's on my neck, and I don't say that to sound good I say it cause it's true, homie Please believe I mean it when I say I'm that dude Homie, my name S-K-Y-Z-O-O Run with the Justus League, who want it with we? Not a soul on God's green Whoever try to fuck with the God team, I promise you gon' feel that palm thing