Say It With Your Chest

[Intro: Young Zee & Krash Battle]
(Young)
Ah (Say what you want to)

[Chorus: Krash Battle]
Say what you want to
But say what you said
On the day we approach you
(x4)

[Verse 1: R & Young Zee]
See I'm hardly a loner
Hundred hoes on my phone
And you can never be me
Or a clone of my clone
Nah, I'm thinking cash go get it
At the speed of light (ZOOM) astrophysics, Yea
Look at all these drugs I flip and get rich
While I watch you fall like Ridiculousness, bitch
Get me mad I run up on you and clap it
Go to your wake
Then play target practice with your casket
It's either sour or purple
Take long pause and blow circles
Mil in the briefcase like Virgil
Like I won the lottery
You're not hard to me
I swing my razor blade and hit your carotid artery
Watch your eyes close
Your lips change colors
Me and your girl exchange numbers
I get brains from her
I'm down with Young Zee and Pacewon (Yeah, R)
I step into a booth and make thunder (What up, Pace?)

Stop spittin' rhymes
I eat that shit like lemon-limes
With clementines
On fish and wine
Young, I sit 'em down like dinner time
And sit the gun on their Invisalign
Legend has it when folks talk on their lawn
"That boy did four songs before he was born!"
Don't fan my flames
I throw hand grenades
At Summer Jam parades
In a pair of Vans and shades
Your style is fake
My bars out of this world
Like I ate about a eighth
Of outer space
And sniff the whole ounce with Drake
And drank the venom from a thousand snakes
I’m on a roll, I make honor roll
In Rock 'n' Roll at a private school
You a scrub like doctor’s clothes
We coming straight to where you rest
Then it’s Kevin Hart, nigga
"Say it with your Chest!"

[Chorus: Krash Battle]
Say what you want to
But say what you said
On the day we approach you
(x4)

[Verse 2: Krash Battle & Young Zee]
If I don't ever make it with this rapping profession
It ain’t hard to move P's like bladder infections
I hear it's big cap like the hat of a Texan
Don’t get stripped for your necklace
Lackin' at breakflast
You just blackin' out off Black & Milds
You actin' out
Think rational
This Mayweather got you thinkin' you Pacquiao
Soon as your homie drop
You gon' call the cops
Get ice cubes for his notch
We take fades like barber shop

I own two IHOPs
I got a safe in my wall like on Nightwatch
I'm Cyclops
And my bars high tops
Like Air Force 1's at a motherfuckin' Nike shop
Reps for hire
I got it locked like a staffordshire
On a Acura tire
Bitch is young choir boy
I stop five heart beats when my gun fire toys
Shit go too far
I’m layin' 'em to rest
When you beg for your life, nigga
Say it with your chest