FreestyleFridays 22-05-2020 by Kev The Topic Lyrics
Back to aiming at the top now, who wanna be target practice?
They telling me take it slow I said hold up the topic got this
Convertible tops in the summer I can’t wait till I drop this
Show dem niggas they can’t touch these rounds wait till I cock this
I’m back, spot a opp and I am swinging like Casius
Demeanor vicious and anxious and I’m heading right where the cashes
Vision clear like my new pair of optical glasses
Rap bananas, tell me how I don’t appeal to the masses
Out this planet, If I ever spit a verse a nigga know he lame
Super man fly how I end up in the lowest lane
With losers y’all supporting cats that’s typical or fronting
So either y’all blind or I must be invisible or something
Let’s be honest I got bodies on bodies I ain’t denying
So you cross me just know it’s gon be a feast nigga you dying
Tired of hearing niggas swear they’re Mufasa in every line
I mean you’re far from the king of the jungle but I could tell you lying
Rappers, kiss y’all families and tell em goodbye
Cuz I come through with that Eminem, that music to be murdered by
That Jon Wick making the magazine click while your clock tick
Won’t hesitate to squeeze the trig when I grip stick
Your rapper friend wanna be me and your woman wanna eat me
Don’t reply her texts but pls be sure to send my greetings
When you see her, no connecting after one night stands
But musician etiquette demands that I be nice to my fans
All of that “GOAT” talk ain’t matching the shit you scribble
You’re built a little too simple, you’re sensitive as nipple
I ain’t even have to try hard to kill the “GOAT”
I guess it proves when you’re talking to animals you really gotta do little
Believe it’s a problem when I kick
Respect like two rappers the rest of y’all could suck my dick!
Quit plotting against the kid tryna have a lyrical fight
Cuz that’s destined to go south like Australian flights
They telling me take it slow I said hold up the topic got this
Convertible tops in the summer I can’t wait till I drop this
Show dem niggas they can’t touch these rounds wait till I cock this
I’m back, spot a opp and I am swinging like Casius
Demeanor vicious and anxious and I’m heading right where the cashes
Vision clear like my new pair of optical glasses
Rap bananas, tell me how I don’t appeal to the masses
Out this planet, If I ever spit a verse a nigga know he lame
Super man fly how I end up in the lowest lane
With losers y’all supporting cats that’s typical or fronting
So either y’all blind or I must be invisible or something
Let’s be honest I got bodies on bodies I ain’t denying
So you cross me just know it’s gon be a feast nigga you dying
Tired of hearing niggas swear they’re Mufasa in every line
I mean you’re far from the king of the jungle but I could tell you lying
Rappers, kiss y’all families and tell em goodbye
Cuz I come through with that Eminem, that music to be murdered by
That Jon Wick making the magazine click while your clock tick
Won’t hesitate to squeeze the trig when I grip stick
Your rapper friend wanna be me and your woman wanna eat me
Don’t reply her texts but pls be sure to send my greetings
When you see her, no connecting after one night stands
But musician etiquette demands that I be nice to my fans
All of that “GOAT” talk ain’t matching the shit you scribble
You’re built a little too simple, you’re sensitive as nipple
I ain’t even have to try hard to kill the “GOAT”
I guess it proves when you’re talking to animals you really gotta do little
Believe it’s a problem when I kick
Respect like two rappers the rest of y’all could suck my dick!
Quit plotting against the kid tryna have a lyrical fight
Cuz that’s destined to go south like Australian flights