Pilgrim marketing plan rebuttal, take 7
Bop bop bop bop bop
The faster the time slows
Bop bop bop bop bop
The faster that grip grows
It's nothing though
We bop hard n*gga
Bop hard
Bop hard n*gga its a must
To bop hard
Bop hard n*gga
In the state we in
Bop hard
When theres cake to win
Bop hard n*gga
Through the space I've been
Bop hard
Bop hard n*gga
Where you coming from with that , show a purpose
Some colour, a joke, some hawk sh*t, a swerveness
You slide on slangs invented by the pimpish
Ride with the gangs but you won't never jugg sh*t
Funny style aintcha
Independent or major ain't a budget that can save you n*ggas
Your talent is to lust for the lime
But that bus ain't never on time
So look just fluff into the plush velvet choppers that's my
I give a f*ck, I always spot a sucker
I grind right so everytime I move it's a climb
With my black constellation
Chocolate cadillac rock it and race it
Oh it's there (where?)
Right above the pocket that I stuff my cake in
This talent biz don't eat pork but cook bacon
Somalia, Sudan, asalaam aleykum
All the hitmongers caught a taste and had to bake 'em
I's baptised in the cheddar church
At us rappers raise they apparatuses, they never work
Heavy pain, megahertz, the persona non grata's in this palace built on sacred dirt
Peac*ck swatches of colour off my leathers burst
Rosé
Wristwatches whisper time in pleasured verse
I'm laughing cos you copped from Jamal
I f*ck with Meez, and Dougie he will pop at you all
My styles told my ego we will not let you fall
I appreciate that 'specially when I watch all of y'all
So while you pay to play I make my way
The ??? round this thing on which, it's safe to say
Oh yeah it's money on the take-away
I'm clowning, you can count this like bronny on a breakaway
n*gga, put your little cake away 'fore 'bazz come around and show you that you fake today
Across badlands I stake my claim, the anti-lame
Just seeing us is peeping' game n*gga
I got fame off my secret names, dis- then re-appeared with something on which to think again
Never sloppy so it pop off, you just a replica of a copy of a knockoff
Black biz, lost all your fears and popped your top off
Answering to white boys n*gga that is not boss
Hustle or muscle, struggle or bubble, another regal gunbeat to thug to
It's inviting me to run heat I love to
We grounded so we hover just above you in our sound kid
My shotgun keep it peeled for the cop cars, you takin' sh*t, not ours
Drop guard never, bop hard though