The Spider-Man Theory by Steve Cantrell Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1: Steve Cantrell]
Can't a short nigga make money anymore
Rappers sweet nowadays straight honey to the core
Never know what they be plotting on 'ya for
When you see a little money, sneak disses at 'ya door
Niggas talkin', but they ain't really saying much
But then again I can't really say I gave a fuck
YMFM, nigga that's the team
Couldn't last a day in the stitching in our jeans
Talkin' shit and showing off's what I love to do
When they claim that they're the best, always under prove
I get a kick out of embarrasin' these niggas
Whether rappin' or the fashion' they ain't lastin' with a nigga
Curly head nigga with a dope chick
Way badder than my last nigga no shit
Jordan boxes to the ceiling every feature, nigga I'm killin'
Boy you're cool with it, I'm rude with it, you're chef nigga I'm Timmy
Turn me up I'm rollin', my niggas on that potion
They be gettin' faded, kushed up, they're blowin'
They be on that loud, but you? We don't even notice
I be spittin' rounds, you niggas just super soakers
[Beat Break]
[Verse 2: Steve Cantrell]
It's so retarded ain't it? I got my Jordan 6's on guess I'm ballin' ain't I?
Camo snapback, dressed in all black guess I'm mobbin' ain't I?
My girl told me get my grind on, guess I'll call her later
I'm just a young nigga dressed in leopard I'm beastin' bitch
The way I murder every show is some illegal shit
She say she never fucked the crew, we ain't believing it
She on her knees in front of five I guess she plead the fifth, I never seen the bitch
Hold on, wait, on to some other shit
Heating up, if you 'gon handle me 'gon need some oven mits
Shout out to my publicist, even though she don't exist
Every time I drop I give 'em something they ain't fucking with
[Beat Break]
[Verse 3: Steve Cantrell]
Ridin' round and I'm gettin' it if I got it then I'm spendin'
Double cups and doobies, you ain't puttin' in you ain't hittin'
That's word to my niggas though, Whoo Kid we ain't finished though
They just tweet about it, fuck instagram we live this dope
My niggas get higher than a bitch
We know they be actin' but I ain't lyin' I'm the shit
What it do? Every verse, I be ridin' out the clip
Get the agreement and my name so I can sign by the shit
[Outro]
[Verse 1: Steve Cantrell]
Can't a short nigga make money anymore
Rappers sweet nowadays straight honey to the core
Never know what they be plotting on 'ya for
When you see a little money, sneak disses at 'ya door
Niggas talkin', but they ain't really saying much
But then again I can't really say I gave a fuck
YMFM, nigga that's the team
Couldn't last a day in the stitching in our jeans
Talkin' shit and showing off's what I love to do
When they claim that they're the best, always under prove
I get a kick out of embarrasin' these niggas
Whether rappin' or the fashion' they ain't lastin' with a nigga
Curly head nigga with a dope chick
Way badder than my last nigga no shit
Jordan boxes to the ceiling every feature, nigga I'm killin'
Boy you're cool with it, I'm rude with it, you're chef nigga I'm Timmy
Turn me up I'm rollin', my niggas on that potion
They be gettin' faded, kushed up, they're blowin'
They be on that loud, but you? We don't even notice
I be spittin' rounds, you niggas just super soakers
[Beat Break]
[Verse 2: Steve Cantrell]
It's so retarded ain't it? I got my Jordan 6's on guess I'm ballin' ain't I?
Camo snapback, dressed in all black guess I'm mobbin' ain't I?
My girl told me get my grind on, guess I'll call her later
I'm just a young nigga dressed in leopard I'm beastin' bitch
The way I murder every show is some illegal shit
She say she never fucked the crew, we ain't believing it
She on her knees in front of five I guess she plead the fifth, I never seen the bitch
Hold on, wait, on to some other shit
Heating up, if you 'gon handle me 'gon need some oven mits
Shout out to my publicist, even though she don't exist
Every time I drop I give 'em something they ain't fucking with
[Beat Break]
[Verse 3: Steve Cantrell]
Ridin' round and I'm gettin' it if I got it then I'm spendin'
Double cups and doobies, you ain't puttin' in you ain't hittin'
That's word to my niggas though, Whoo Kid we ain't finished though
They just tweet about it, fuck instagram we live this dope
My niggas get higher than a bitch
We know they be actin' but I ain't lyin' I'm the shit
What it do? Every verse, I be ridin' out the clip
Get the agreement and my name so I can sign by the shit
[Outro]