I'm a 90's Baby Swagger Crazy Smoke Got Me Feeling Hazy
Cuz I Put in work while yall other naggers feeling lazy On My Grown Man
So These Little Things don't phase me, Cuz I'm a Heart breaker that's
Why these girls chase me, Master in the kitchen cuz I'm always using
Bay leaf, So Bow down to the king better obey me, When I spit I leave
Earthquakes like Haiti
Hating niggas will get plucked like a daisy
Rap Machine, Stacking Green, No Reason To Be Mad At Me, cuz I Put in
Work And I Just Flip It Like A Magazine,Cuz When I Spit I Leave The
Whole Scene In A Tragedy, And I Can Spit Like This For Days No
Caffeine, My Flow Hot Somebody Bring Me A Canteen, Grown Man Cooking
Up No Kid Cuisine, All about the cash the cream you know you dig me
They call me Bizz For a reason so don't be mad if I intervene
See I'm just me, born in 1993 flow like a faucet bars like a
Penitentiary, they feeling me respecting me, Lames just slept on me
And I'm a go hard even if labels rejecting me, or neglecting me, hand
Cuff I got the key, They mad cuz I got more buzz then a bumble bee, I
Rumble thee Crumble he, never see me stumble bee, always stay calm
Cool yes I'm so humble bee
But you in trouble be, Dropping like a fumble bee but I'm a keep it on
The low and just mumble bee
I put in work so these labels just invest in me
And I'm a snip em out quick like a vasectomy
Been blessed with these rhymes every since elementary, maybe that's
The reason your girlfriends obsessed wit me
She digging that I'm feeling that, now I'm bouts to bring it back
Then she break me off a piece...of that Kit-Kat
And I bet that I’m a legend in the making
And this rap game is mine...for the taking
And I'm embracing every move without patience
Spitting lyrical bars while these lames faking
So stop hating I just do it cuz I love it
And keep it real you just do it for the 100's
And I ain't on your level I'm just above it
And you can take your mediocre rhymes and just shove it
(Jaguar sound) Hip-Hop is my life, its been a struggle, been a
Mission, been a fight, Despite any hater take my shine,cuz I'm married
To the game Hip-Hop is my wife
But I...Take the mic and bless it with my greatness
Serving all you fake rappers something like a waitress
I keep it moving you ducking like the matrix
Fashionable guy you can tell by my lateness
That I’m a true spitta, go getta, no quitter, Bars ripping through your
Skin something like a splinter, And I'm a beast homie you just a
Critter, and every time I step in the booth I just Deliver.....And I
Ain't talking bout the pizza man
And you mad cuz your girlfriends on the band...Bandwagon,Always see
My pants saggin,and I'm bragging cuz I'm stacking and you lacking
So Get packing your time is up my time is now
Cuzz I got them real connects something like a uni brow, you disallow
I disaprove,Spit it so critical, Got love for the rap game
Unconditional, political, criminal, spitting them symblimonals, and I
Don't handcuff these birds I just hit and go, give and go, you should
Know, that I'm gone get it yo ,And I'mma gunna bounce back something yo-yo
I'm Hot you So-So, Hitchu With a Low blow, and I'm too fast for you
Haters yall slowpokes, I get dough you stay broke homie that ain't no
Joke, ain't if you tryna test me homie that's a No-No
For show yo I spit crack,homie better sit back, gotcha girlfriend all
Over my 6-Pack,She Dig that I'm wit that, Never contradict that
Punchlines Deadly you could call Mortal Kombat
A Visionary when I spit it
Married to game I'm so committed
A-Dogs On, Bean town Fitted
This is my life I'm damn sure gon live it
Every line that you write I been spit it
Every girl that you wit I been hit it
Anything that you done I been did it
A Message To You Fake Rappers "Yall Finished"
Written By: Jabaar “J-Bizz” Archie-Smith
