Lyrics Dotmaker (feat. T-Bai) - Haf n' haf

Haf said grab the pen, leave no survivors
Still spittin' out rappers like I got a virus
Nocturnal, man you're never see me close my eyelids
Matter fact, you'll never see me period
Tryna get a spot on Shade 45 Sirius, radio
Need the whole pie, fuck a ratio
Random thought: why did I vote for Justin Trudeau
Blackface nigga, foolin' all of us you know
Plottin' with the team, "where's the next place to go
I'm the avatar, you're only Prince Zuko
Boss shit, 2020 might pull up in Hugo
Spanish girl and she call me T-Bai papi chulo
I'm just tryna tour the world, finna get there in a minute
20 tracks on the tape, they wondering why I did it
Everything I spit is real, all you niggas are a gimmick, uh
You know I gotta get it how I live it, how you livin' ChilliChicken
I don't wanna hear I got the best flow
Damn, I can't even get a spot at Manifesto
Smoking on this loud, plug said it's from the west coast
Did you hear my track "Ghost"? Burn it down to the roach
Think you fuckin' with me.? Not even close
Life is like Showcase, got too many episodes
Whoa yeah, now I'm here at Ashbourne Sound
Don't call yourself a king dawg, it ain't your crown

Its Haffo, no label to rap for
Got soul from Major to Ashbourne
Its T-Bai, my replays she ask for
Your girl just fell through my trapdoor
Real shit, like Marty Lawrence and Will Smith
Bad boys, don't make us hit the kill switch
Get your mom's signature for this field trip
Tell her she can come along if she real thick

Me and T been illy since a snot nose
From the city with the CN and the pot holes
Where the brothers kill each other and the cops don't
Winter weather hella chilly, still we got soul
Glowing every morning call us bioluminescent
Tryna make a forture while we fightin' through depression
Grinding for my portion of the pie that I was destined
Rhyming turned the fortress of my mind into a weapon
Shining with my brejrins, I'ma lion from the west end
Dropping gems including diamonds next to giants in a session
Tryna make impressions every time with my progression
While finding highs and lows inside my mind need some compression
I'm authentic, you augmented like Bruce Jenner
Your mom witnessed my raw rhythm with true pleasure
Main habit is the pen and there's few better
Making magic wit the pen, I'm the new Teller

Its Haffo, no label to rap for
Got soul from Major to Ashbourne
(Its T-Bai, my replays she ask for
Your girl just fell through my trapdoor)
Real shit, like Marty Lawrence and Will Smith
Bad boys, don't make us hit the kill switch
(Get your mom's signature for this field trip
Tell her she can come along if she real thick)