This'll make all of the bosses fear me
Put carcass in coffin clearly, put horror in Hara-kiri
And whoever try to stop me
The only out of body experience competition will get is an autopsy
Product of my environment, our souls ain't for sale
Angelic whispers in my dream, tellin' me prevail
My drive can be in a lambo or just afford, the focus
So I'll bring any campaign, think I'm runnin' for POTUS?
Look, run the nation with a vice that got my back
That liquor know its role, but I don't know how to act
Chivalry, not a time when I don't get my honey jack
Think of anniversaries, I'm always droppin' money, FACTS
Tryna make 2 mil, vs. 2-nil
You think you real, Nah, I seen you pop a blue pill
Dude, chill, tell me what you want, this ain't Dru Hill
They ain't Hanging with Mr. Cooper, these actors hit the news still
Celebrate the victory, throne keep me passionate
Wouldn't see an arm in the air if they were an activist
They don't want smoke, no need to try to pass the spliff
Love to beat 'em to the punch, guess I am a masochist
Krueger's inception, They living through my Knightmare
My team always shines in my eyes, such a bright stare
A stack says they not g'd up
Ill slay 'em to Oblivion, alcohol the wounds, say you clean cut
Sir Tizzy - ...A Warm Up (Intro) Lyrics
Sir Tizzy - ...A Warm Up (Intro) Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
This'll make all of the bosses fear me
Put carcass in coffin clearly, put horror in Hara-kiri
And whoever try to stop me
The only out of body experience competition will get is an autopsy
Product of my environment, our souls ain't for sale
Angelic whispers in my dream, tellin' me prevail
My drive can be in a lambo or just afford, the focus
So I'll bring any campaign, think I'm runnin' for POTUS?
Look, run the nation with a vice that got my back
That liquor know its role, but I don't know how to act
Chivalry, not a time when I don't get my honey jack
Think of anniversaries, I'm always droppin' money, FACTS
Tryna make 2 mil, vs. 2-nil
You think you real, Nah, I seen you pop a blue pill
Dude, chill, tell me what you want, this ain't Dru Hill
They ain't Hanging with Mr. Cooper, these actors hit the news still
Celebrate the victory, throne keep me passionate
Wouldn't see an arm in the air if they were an activist
They don't want smoke, no need to try to pass the spliff
Love to beat 'em to the punch, guess I am a masochist
Krueger's inception, They living through my Knightmare
My team always shines in my eyes, such a bright stare
A stack says they not g'd up
Ill slay 'em to Oblivion, alcohol the wounds, say you clean cut
Put carcass in coffin clearly, put horror in Hara-kiri
And whoever try to stop me
The only out of body experience competition will get is an autopsy
Product of my environment, our souls ain't for sale
Angelic whispers in my dream, tellin' me prevail
My drive can be in a lambo or just afford, the focus
So I'll bring any campaign, think I'm runnin' for POTUS?
Look, run the nation with a vice that got my back
That liquor know its role, but I don't know how to act
Chivalry, not a time when I don't get my honey jack
Think of anniversaries, I'm always droppin' money, FACTS
Tryna make 2 mil, vs. 2-nil
You think you real, Nah, I seen you pop a blue pill
Dude, chill, tell me what you want, this ain't Dru Hill
They ain't Hanging with Mr. Cooper, these actors hit the news still
Celebrate the victory, throne keep me passionate
Wouldn't see an arm in the air if they were an activist
They don't want smoke, no need to try to pass the spliff
Love to beat 'em to the punch, guess I am a masochist
Krueger's inception, They living through my Knightmare
My team always shines in my eyes, such a bright stare
A stack says they not g'd up
Ill slay 'em to Oblivion, alcohol the wounds, say you clean cut
Writer: Taron Holder
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid