Текст песни Hype Man - King Bunny

I walk in this shit like a hype man
And no I aint got a Mercedes yet
Got a few thousand on some of my songs
Trust me I know I aint made it yet
He told me to stop with the sob stories
I guess I aint got the whole image yet
They say that my name got a nice ring to it
In the field, so they calling me Belichick

I drive that pontiac in yo street
I take yo bitch over to me
I break her back into the sheets
I glow so bright make you not see
She slurp my shit like a hi-c
I make her scream going high-c
I take your girl make her wifey
So why you gon listen to me
Cause i'm fillin my pockets, I fill it with cheeder
I fill it, I fill it with cheese
I had to say that shit two times
So you know not to play, get out of line
Play this shit like controller
Cross eyed like it's poker
Cause i'm the one that's chosen
I play like i'm out of your league
This rapping shit isn't free
I run on your field, i'm winning this shit
Like seven i'm taking a knee
Cause I really be out of my breath
Stop claiming you part of a set
Cause y'all aint shit, that's real shit
But y'all aint learned that yet

I walk in this shit like a hype man
And no I aint got a Mercedes yet
Got a few thousand on some of my songs
Trust me I know I aint made it yet
He told me to stop with the sob stories
I guess I aint got the whole image yet
They say that my name got a nice ring to it
In the field, so they calling me Belichick