Lyrics Drip - DeWitt Sound

What really matters... is the formula
You've wasted my time!

Yeah im drippin' on with Jordans
Got the retro air ones chillin' in my closet, fuck it
I said im livin' for myself and we just startin' in this bitch
Ain't gonna please nobody else
Nobody gonna cash my checks
I'll be the right one in your ear till all the fakes sing all my shit

Until they know every word i spit
Into my world ascend like im the motherfuckin' king (Yeah)
Yes i got the Midas touch
All this gold surrounding me something you'll never touch
(You'll never touch it)
Out of your reach, came here to teach
My flow like a day on the beach
And i be sippin' on some lemonade
Rejoicing feeling proud of all the shit we made
Rejoicing feeling proud of the shit we made

Ha, ha, ha, aha, aha
See, y'all heard that?
All im doin' is laughin' it on y'all ...
(Unintelligible) Man, yo
You started this!

And this the surgical summer, came in with the homies
Bitch, you ain't even gotta talk to the phonies
Payday balonies, all the silly ceremonies
The MC title used to mean something for me
I don't do battle rappers, cause they mean shit to me
I'm in my own lane, so save yourself from me
Send a fake right up the alley that he came in
I'll send him back to meet his maker, with no explainin'

What you just said
Is one of the most insanely idiotic things i've ever heard
At no point in your rambling, incoherent response
Were you even close to anything
That could be considered a rational thought
Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it
I award you no points and may God have mercy on your soul
EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG!