Orville feat. Like,Blu,Exile

歌詞

What's the threat? Bitch, I'm on one Yeah, you fuckin' with the wrong-, wrong one Yeah Yeah, yeah Little echoes (Wrong one, wrong one) Yeah, you fuckin' with the wrong-, wrong one Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh Bitch, I'm on one Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh Yeah, yeah Ayo Ayo, what's the deal? Mind too active, can't sit still I kinda feel like I just took a limitless pill I'm Captain Mercer on the beat, watch me murder the Krill That's a sci-fi reference, nerd shit my preference Family is the only thing that matters, bitch, I'm Stefan I can't believe at first sight you thought I was Steve Bitch, I'll orphan you Shapeshift and morph into your mom Slit your throat and make it look like she's the one that committed the crime You know I'm too committed to rhyme since my first show in Chicago Never throwin' shade, we keepin' it light like vitiligo Chain around my neck glisten like El Dorado Can't fuck bitches with baggage, you married a ho with cargo Bitches be jumpin' ship word to Argo If you don't understand that line, no need for an apology You stupid motherfucker, I'm referencin' Greek mythology I never went to college, B And made millions while you pissed like you majored in urology Now logically, I'm the top MC How dare you got the nerve to bring that weak shit, neuropathy Ain't no stoppin' me Even if you stand on my grave, you're never toppin' me Down, down, that's how we get down Down, yeah, yeah, you know get down Pick the mic up and then we get down, down So high up that it's down Wow, my shit so profound Wow, y'all done bit the whole style Wow, I don't trip, I just smile Murderous shit, I fit the profile Murder was the case, had that shit on sight Play this in the whip, man, that shit gon' crank You steady talkin' shit like your shit don't stank (Uh-huh, uh-huh) News flash, buddy, we the shit, move right From irrelevant back to relevant in a matter of seconds Tired of misconceptions Misdirected, inheaded in my direction Intelligent and I'm tellin' it Droppin' heavy shit that's still heaven sent The freshest prince Utmost, definite, deadin' it 'Fore niggas can't fathom who they effin' with Raw, no condom, you still can't come correct with it I represent a specialist of artist who never charted but never parted Often regarded as the hardest, as the autumn falls in 'til the wind I never fail, leaves do emcees too but the pros propel, don't tell Another cup of XXL, trouble for sale Back bustin' a couple of shells, for Durell Logic asked me "What the deal?" Back then it was a film per album, plus a couple mill' Plug pulled the rug from up under my wheels Humbly kill, stomach and pills, fumblin' bills shit Killed the player like Jada did Will Smith For tryna play the same game, nigga, you will quit I still spit, like it's foot on my throat, 'til I'm a ghost Still not a G.O.A.T. but I feel like the G.O.A.T End of my quote, go Bitch, I'm on one Yeah, you fuckin' with the wrong-, wrong one Bitch, I'm on one Bitch, I'm on one Yeah, you fuckin' with the wrong one, with the wrong one, one, one Yeah, you fuckin' with- You fuckin' with- You fuckin' with- You fuckin' with the wrong-, wrong one You fuckin' with- You fuckin' with- You fuckin' with- You fuckin' with the wrong-, wrong one