barry bondz. (feat. Matthew Mullings)

Uh, uh

Since a jit I had a real life business plan

po$hLyfe ****, real business man

Been the beast with the kicks, lil' drummer boy

That means on the mic, Majin Z a real business band

The way I'm with my words, that's a stature

Wu-Tang sword, how I got you, I got ya

Call upon the fucking ringmaster

The way my gun tote, we gon' use you as the plaster

Ridin' round Rolls Royce Casper, disasters among us

Call the fuckin' feds, cause we causing a ruckus

Now look at me, I grew up attached to TV

Where my only role models were Zack and Cody

Tell 'em I make a hit, Barry Bonds

Make em real nervous, all sweaty palms

I make a hit, Barry Bonds

And I make em real nervous, all sweaty palms

I make a hit, Barry Bonds

Make em real nervous, all sweaty palms

Make em real nervous, all sweaty palms

And I make a bad bitch sing all my songs

If it ain't us who run the city

With the music, please enlighten me

Not even our primes, but we aging like the wannabes

Musically your favorite walking lick, this is piracy

One day they might have to put my face on the advisory

Fire up my stomach like I drink a whole Molotov

Pray for everybody, I might play this in the synagogue

Six rings on my hand like I'm Saint John

Real **** time to batter up like we Barry Bonds

Tell 'em I make a hit, Barry Bonds

Make em real nervous, all sweaty palms

I make a hit, Barry Bonds

And I make em real nervous, all sweaty palms

I make a hit, Barry Bonds

Make em real nervous, all sweaty palms

Make em real nervous, all sweaty palms

And I make a bad bitch sing all my songs

Okay, now who the fuck is this

DMing me at 11:26

And telling me that "there be better rappers that exist"

Bitch please, if y'all be so certain

Then by all means, show me

And if you can't show me, bitch blow me

And once you done with me, then I'll pass you to the homie

House of K the **** bringing realness and shit

To a lost world infected by thy venomous witch

Truthfully, I don't expect most of y'all to relate

The world is in my palms and my mental years at intake

Ran track in school, no wonder they'll never keep pace

So many bars, I gotta estate for inmates

Gotta set the draft and I think you don't know ball

Blasting down Rideau Street, I need this like a withdrawal

Pull up, I hop out, I air out and show off

If you mad, then go off

And know we gonna swing like Barry Bonds

Tell 'em I make a hit, Barry Bonds

Make em real nervous, all sweaty palms

I make a hit, Barry Bonds

And I make em real nervous, all sweaty palms

I make a hit, Barry Bonds

Make em real nervous, all sweaty palms

Make em real nervous, all sweaty palms

And I make a bad bitch sing all my songs

Tell 'em I make a hit, Barry Bonds

Make em real nervous, all sweaty palms

I make a hit, Barry Bonds

And I make em real nervous, all sweaty palms

I make a hit, Barry Bonds

Make em real nervous, all sweaty palms

Make em real nervous, all sweaty palms

And I make a bad bitch sing all my songs

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