Sike! feat. C.E.B (Prod. Straigh...

[whit.]

Ayy oou run it

Thumbing through a milli at the summit

They ain't gonna catch you when you plummet

If you want the fade nigga then you need to run it, (ayy)

Oou run it

Thumbing through a milli at the summit

They ain’t gonna catch you when you plummet

If you want the fade nigga run it

 

(alright stop it right there)

 

Sike!

Fuck y’all make me take a life

Might have to kill yo ass twice

What’s that pokin out your head issa knife

I might commit genocide on these mics

Dead em all, all in a fight

Fuck it’s a wonderful night

Y’all gon make me take a, (hey!)

These just madlibs

That was written by a bad kid

Always upto something and laughing

In the school of makin money fuck them classes

Always wanna make it and rap big

Open a few doors, I’m not dancer, prancer, dashin

Wanna cash in

On the skills I got through practice

Poof, came up like magic

I’m scarred, destined to be classic

Say they sick with the motions

Say I’m movin too fast then

Get them chains up out my face before I start to snatch it

Better put yo girl in her place ‘for in smashin

Throw a catchers mitt all in yo face for fade you catchin

Keep on backin you upto your place just like a savage

I been tracking you upto your place to catch you lackin

Get this crackalackin gat I’m packin

Ready to cause yo passin wit passion

Bullets in bomber jackets

That’s a killer fashion

Claim you got the green across ya body

But I’m covered in blue faces like I’m Draken

 

[C.E.B]

I used to talk way too much

Now I stay quiet listening cause I know that I be too quick judge

Right now I feel like I’m in power cuz All I do is keep on movin up

I move at my own own pace why you tryna rush

This ain’t nothin to me this a jog not run

I’m always a competitor no non of this for fun

 

(How that sound?)

 

Bitch I sound great

I was born with this shit i guess it’s a trait

I frustrate these other rappers like god damn how think of that

I don’t know but I be pullin it from the back of my head

What the fuck you mean by sayin rap is dead

I resurrect that mothafucka without missing a beat

You fumble it slackin stumblin not quick on ya feet

I know that I’m the shit

but boy what you think?

It don’t even matter

Kids too fast hit the nas illmatic

Ya Easily broken like a sculptor made of ceramic

You say the music aight but I’m way more than average

This is what’ll happen if you keep on messing with me I’ll leave you looking like you’ve been caught playing with red paint

But boy that ain’t the worst of it

Oh You heard of him

Putting rappers under like before the surgeon in

then buildin them a permanent bed

Like lay yo head and rest