King Koopa

I forewarned these so warm rappers to stop the cappin
Shit, soon as DEADCRW gets to rappin
It ain’t Christmas but I brought the trees and the wraps in
To get your mind bent like Beckham when he taps it
See me on the streets, they dap him
On the beats, they clap him, shit, standing ovation
Had them stand in ovation all them nights in Os basement
All it took was some time, been writing rhymes since probation, now
Taking heed from those ahead of time
Don’t play with fire if you won’t burn through that time
All of this is spoken out, as from my socks I pull the dimmie out
& move with paranoia every time you see me out
Why I stick to myself like cam girls
Cause these rappers is actors acting like fan girls
And I ain’t tryna flex, but y’all would be on my fucking nuts
If I showed the texts from your favorite artist when he’s hit me up
Huh, but let me cut this bull like matadors
Matter fact, let her blow my wood like martyrs whores
Watch me procrastinate my fate like a mother’s chore
The moments yours, no undercard or under scores
Aye, por que ser pobre no será mi opción
Ni cambiará mi percepción en la misión por mi porción
Trátame con restricción y cuida tu olfato, yo
Hiedo a barata loción con creepa del campo, yo
Listo para, todoterreno como el Wrangler, Jeep
Fuck you and you ain't getting pardon mes
Treat you like eses that’s paying imposter fees
Or better yet, left out like S’ after apostrophes, shit
I’m dropping bombs like catastrophes
I’ll leave you dumped in a dumpsters feed, shit
Or on your own like some bastard seeds
Demand the weed get passed to me, after I
Bypass the scene and go straight where the boats is
Treat you like Bronson in “Brunch”, bodies in oceans
My motions, kept in the dark like my emotions
Everything I do I rep the crew with Flamingosis
And notice, built Ford tough and from the ground up
From sleeping on the ground, tough, sleeping with roaches
Now we, smoke what we sold and we flicking the roaches
And there’s a certain mystique, now when I speak they approach us
And know this, y no lo hago por las Lukas
Ni por estar en lupas... bienestares pa mis Troopas
Y si me tratan como King, que sea como Koopa
Por el fuego que me sale cuando escupa, nigga
Yo goleo como el Leo o Batistuta
And like drug connoisseurs I bring vibes that’ll suit ya, so
Tell the homies DEADCRW’s back in the booth, but not to promise it
Ask my girl, I always break my promises son..