#Deedra

[Verse 1: Otis Clapp]
I only came to shine
I'm a weirdo, I talk to myself all the time
I just write it down record, and I rhyme like a force
That you can't afford to cross if you smart (Mu-Fucka)
I've been trained by the Lord
With the hammer of a Thor
With the grammar of a God
Know that Otis spit it raw
Turn these rappers and these bastards into Caspers then they gone
'Fore they even hear this song
'Fore I even had a thought
(LOOK)
I'm putting syllables together like milk and cereal
If I drop the ball, don't fuck ya bitch
Homie that'll be a miracle
I'm incredible, they never give me credit, I'm incredible
This muthafuckin flow is on a pedestal
Ever since rappin on the avenue, street corner, or what-have-a you
I've been working hard than my attitude
And this is fuckin gratitude
This is what's the matter you
Still sleeping on me
Tell me what the fuck else do I gotta do?

[Hook: Otis Clapp (voice pitched down)]
I grew up a lot different from yall
Bottom line is I'm different from yall
Rap about my life yall should thank your Gods
If I did what yall did, yall be out of a job
[Repeat]

[Verse 2: Kyle Rapps]
Eating ketchup sandwiches
Playing dodgeball with rocks
Hiding razors in my sidecheek dub sacks in my socks
Rolling up sticks with onion skin
Listening to Pac at the vandal spot
We use the token white kid to handle cops
Black spots on my dice looking faded 'cause I gamble a lot
The age of 15 dropped out of high school
Nigga couldn't handle the rock
So I panhandled a lot
Mechanical thoughts I'm dreaming while i sniff Klonopin
Listening to Cannibal Ox at the dollar bin
I'm hollering at three chicks at a time like King Solomon
Listening to Stretch and Bobbito trying to fondle 'em
Used to rob the college kids
Me and my niggas surrounded em
Took they wallets and made they money come out like Jason Collins
And i don't say this shit because I'm proud of it
I say this shit because i'm 'bout it bitch
Yeah I'm bout it Biiitch

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 3: Kyle Rapps]
Pass the Visine
More bread than I seen
My blood sugar rising
Clean off the glycine index
Surprising
Behind the laundromat your chick gave a nigga that dry clean
I'm free like a African tribe scene
With titties hanging down to bellies
That's your sweetie pie why she send a nigga selfies
I love my black queens but a nigga be addicted to them Kelly's

[Verse 3: Otis Clapp]
We not the ones ya momma warned you about
We the ones they warned the ones your momma warned you about
We the ones you wouldn't wanna have alone in your house
We had plastic, slap the silver spoon out ya mouth
Turn around, change the channel
Put my shoes on your couch
Grab your girl as I smile
Put my oooooh in her owwww
Used to hate it, when they hated, but I'm used to it now
And on the low they admire how I sound Mu-Fucka

[Hook x2]