Songtexte 2AM - ThaMonster

(This is a world premiere)
Hm
Old school players and new school hoes
I got her ovulating heavy with them new school woes
I feel like Drizzy cause I got the drip but don't got clothes
Cause I be drippy with the dick
I got that new school code, ya dig?
Come and find me with them new school toes
Y'all niggas sneaking 'round the city with them new school lows, depressed
Y'all can can't hit me with that new school soul
Just like I'm rapping on that bitch, I got that new school flow, hm
I wear rubbers, y'all niggas be wearin' plastic
Y'all niggas be fakin' money, my niggas be fakin' celibate
I tell a bitch, "I'm ready," she steady just for the relevance
She play with me and fuck up my moral like a degenerate
I rip it off, make it happen real quick like a fabric
I got the bass like a bullet, vibrations heavy
Got fragments all in the backseat
Kissin' and rubbin' just like a faggot
I strap in and fuck the booty real hard, I got it passing gas, poot it
Pass me the gas and now I'm zooted
Y'all niggas all on my dick, y'all bitin' down till I lose it
I'm switching genders, I'm bitching about my presents, December
I met a bitch all on my wrist that I will always remember
She never left me, dead meat, put it in closet
You lookin' tense, I'ma get at your trauma and massage it
I'm speakin' any language niggas prefer like an Ebonic
Can't even keep me a woman, I'm sure, can't stay platonic, yeah
Dyslexic, I called the Louis "VVL"
Push a 3L, nigga see it thinking it's a 312
I feel like captain EO, spaceship to Rio
Back to my city, I'm whippin' the old Geo
Been a minute since I had to show them niggas 3, though
The angle that I look at this game, that shit a free throw
Talent's out the ass, bitches on the dick
I couldn't tell you what really got me started, it just clicked
From the passion to the soul and the talent, it just mixed
Sometimes ask niggas, "do you hear this shit?"
Clean-ass beats, do you hear this mix?
Concentrate but never contemplate what I can't fix
So I, keep to myself, like I keep the beats to myself
The streets and the wealth
Split, man, the people need help
And I get it, gotta get it on your own
Niggas pushing a plane, burning gas with three phones
Pushing a class niggas can't come dethrone
Told my partners I'll drop and I won't be long, uh-uh
Liable to tweak, rappers'll profit off sneak dissing
Keep writing, keep hissing, I'll pay you a sneak visit
Don't get mad at me because I'm a rapper that speaks different
Take a shot at me, I bite bullets and eat switches (uh)
Old school players and new school games
I got it right back from my jeweler, that's a new school chain
And I ain't scared of nothing, back off with them new school gangs
We back to back in Paris, I'm taking them new school trains
I was on break but that don't mean I took one
They been taking shots at me, they wanna D. Book one
It's silent when I come back, they scared, they shook ones
12 songs for a return, they look stunned
I been meditating, but ain't getting smooth on 'em
But that don't ever mean that I'd make a whole truce for ya
I'm chilling, you better be lying through your tooth on me
But don't tell a lie on me and I won't tell the truth on ya
(And I won't tell the truth 'bout you)
(Hmm)
I'm really thumbing up
Give the cold shoulder to these—
Started numbing up
Girl, turn off your phone
Ain't tryna hear you when you drunk as—
Said you loved me back then but I don't
Oh, man, it sucks to suck
Y'all cannot even go band for band
Bro, let's go buck for buck
I been working out and eating
Give y'all tummy tucks
Hate being outside
And especially when the sun is up
I got out the hood, I got acquaintances
And their guns is up
I cannot be wasting my time there
More when I'm coming up
Don't let that— get sticky, slimy situations
I can't wait to see you outside with me, I'm getting impatient
I said I love her and I lied too
It was as real as my tooth, I put that on the side too
You think I'm losing beef with rappers? I am not The Game
You read smut and I direct it, we are not the same
I can say it again, brother, I am not ashamed
People don't understand that I carry my father's name

I'm wild with it, I'm proud of what I done
Plus I'm not finished
Y'all flushed down versions of me like a cop's visit
I'm hot with it, on hots, so rappers'll stop grinning
My palm itching, I'll still spit until I stop living
They fake, they soft, liars, they won't be, they not wicked
They hate us all, we higher, no need to be explicit