Lyrics Temple Run - Remaster - Majin Zyad

Yuh, young batty boy
Real bad man
Ah
Uh

Wait, I need a refresher, pedal feet twist my metal
Order dominoes and observe as a nigga finna body every fuckin' instrumental
Nigga keep playin', I'ma show him big difference in reality, it's all about the mental

So I might show that his temple
We playin' Temple Run
My vrodies stay with the laser like we princess Leia, we goin' next level, son
Speakin' of levels, which have you done

Nigga, like, over a million
Maybe like, over a billion
On my membrane man, might just pop some champagne
This be my story, play the campaign

Niggas be hatin', they some damn lames
I just be shootin' out your damn range
And shat on you niggas, there's some bed stains
They cannot see me flip the damn page

I'll sometimes be pervy like a damn sage
Peter Piper picked a patch of fuckin' pickled peppers
Peep the forces, peep the steppers
And oh my God, Majin Zyad be the general

Cut that nigga off, umbilical cord
My fairy tale be the size of thesaurus
And King Arthur be the swing of my sword
Sweepin' niggas is a chore

In reality, I'm whippin' on Honda Accord
See, my ambition is a talent
My monthly salary be bigger than most niggas average
Like 21 Savage, I'm keepin' a drac on me
And it's givin' me green like a cabbage

Let's get it

Rat-ta-tat-ta-tat is my way of violence when combat is needed
Children are starving, help them when they need it
And uplift my brothers when they feel defeated
Feelin' like hittin' licks is just the minimum
Little trust is established when there be so much to manage

Little time, little damage
But Aunt Viv got me thinkin' intuitive
And I don't got no love to give
If you got some comments bout Audemar wrist

Finna get so many rocks on my fist
On my Thanos shit, I'm sendin' y'all to abyss
I be workin' my way out the bottomless pit
With my vrodies, we be eatin' lobster and macaroni

Play the phony and you might end up on a telegraph
And I put that shit on my homie
Real shit
You niggas playin', we'll peep this

I be tellin' myself that I can't get complacent
Cause that's what my pops and my mama taught me
So I said, fuck all of y'all
All of y'all

Remember that shit that I bought for y'all
When them bitches wouldn't take my calls
Now my dick be all in their jaws
Like, damn

Damn
I guess I'm gon' truly find out what it means to be the hottest topic
Back in seventh grade they was callin' me lame
That's when Harden was playin' with them Houston Rockets

Bad times
But a nigga still in those bad times
But a nigga glew up, now we mad fine
Hit up five or six shorties in my pastime
Nigga

Rat-ta-tat-ta-tat is my way of violence when combat is needed
Children are starving, help them when they need it
And uplift my brothers when they feel defeated
Feelin' like hittin' licks is just the minimum
Little trust is established
There be so much to manage

Little time, little damage
But Aunt Viv got me thinkin' intuitive
Bitch
Bitch
Thinkin' intuitive

Bitch
Lil' bitch
Huh
Thinkin' intuitive

Yo
Huh
Thinkin' intuitive
I'm gone