Shakesphere

[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Gavin, turn this bitch up)

[Chorus]
I ain't Shakespeare, but my words about to shake the sphere
Put my track on, I guarantee your girl starts shakin' rear
I get my stack on, that broke shit really grinds my gears
I put muscle in my hustle, this the blood, sweat and tears
It's 4 a.m., I'm at the Russell, I'm just grindin' with my peers
We kill careers, I set up shop and turn your spot into a Sears
Can't make no money, full of fear, so you won't see that shit 'round here
I'm askin' who could fuck with $weet, I don't see any volunteers

[Verse 1]
Unc' was askin' for some birds, then $kid pulled up with them swallows
Bro was screamin', "What's the word?", then Dutch hit him with them hollows
I'm strapped with 'bows makin' bangers like I worship Apollo
Boy, I don't let the numbers lead, I run it up, the money follows
It's levels to the game, you lames should peep behind the curtain
You're in the peewee league, my squad be makin' cheese like Pee Wee Kirkland
This ho kill all the ENJ and now she's urkin' and jerkin'
Stop blowin' up her line, right now she's workin' my girkin
I'm a winner, even though I look like Beck
I made your bitch give me neck, then got right back to the check
Bro was tryna flex, this 45 tore apart his pec
Yeah, big $weet's kinda light, but my choppa built like Shrek

[Chorus]
I ain't Shakespeare, but my words about to shake the sphere
Put my track on, I guarantee your girl starts shakin' rear
I get my stack on, that broke shit really grinds my gears
I put muscle in my hustle, this the blood, sweat and tears
It's 4 a.m., I'm at the Russell, I'm just grindin' with my peers
We kill careers, I set up shop and turn your spot into a Sears
Can't make no money, full of fear, so you won't see that shit 'round here
I'm askin' who could fuck with $weet, I don't see any volunteers

[Verse 2]
Your bitch wanna fuck with $weet 'cause you a scary joke
I got the chocolate Frosty sticks, the lens look like cherry Coke
I always be rich, even if I'm down and broke
I love gunsmoke, but I'll get you poked like I'm a bloke
I'm tryna shoot a vid and make my money spread in
I smoke a 'Wood in the Coney, even if the feds in it
Can't put this whip in the vid, 'cause bro and them fled in it
I'm past knee-deep in the game, by now I got my head in it
White boy in the streets, makin' a survival guide like Ned
Knew I wanted this since me and Bubs were smokin' in the shed
I'm makin' plays and pros, you can't even make your bed
Try and play with $weet, Dutch is makin' sure you're dead

[Chorus]
I ain't Shakespeare, but my words about to shake the sphere
Put my track on, I guarantee your girl starts shakin' rear
I get my stack on, that broke shit really grinds my gears
I put muscle in my hustle, this the blood, sweat and tears
It's 4 a.m., I'm at the Russell, I'm just grindin' with my peers
We kill careers, I set up shop and turn your spot into a Sears
Can't make no money, full of fear, so you won't see that shit 'round here
I'm askin' who could fuck with $weet, I don't see any volunteers