Текст песни Ratpack - Meigs feat. RKM

I keep my eyes front and I take a step back
Run it up I still keep it in my nap sack
She was wondering when I was coming back in
Told her meet me at the six day inn
Don't ask questions
I hate when people always doubt me, it's depressing
I like my chicken with a little bit of dressing
If I don't like you, that's the session
If you don't like me, man that's just a bad impression
I'm stressing my work
Want a car that's gonna pack some torque
Puttin' in too much time, overwork
Run it down 'til I push it in the dirt
Everybody want beef 'til I clap back
Run it up it's a classic rat pack
It's dangers, dingy, disgusting
I'm rushing like I'm Aaron Jones
Hit me on the phone, yeah I'm home alone
Why, tryin' to bone
Watch your tone
She say that she coming over and that she sloppy, ungodly
They say that I'm a prodigy
I think I just got the right degree like artillery
She coming over and she slide right next to me
All I'm saying is that's a bad recipe
I got your sheep
Lead them away from your dung heap that's too deep
I wanna climb up a hill that's too steep
Luckily I got the agility of Bruce Lee
My rhymes are profusely falling out
Take a seat prepare for the siege
I need to discuss each seed that I'm laying
And soon I must reap the benefits that are blood seeped
Trust me

Ay, we the future
You can tell by how much time we spend by the computer
And if you don't know it yet, don't worry we the tutors
Rippin' a hole up inside this game, so grab the sutures
I'm just warmin' up, just tryin' to get looser
I'm stone cold serious, just ask Medusa
Inhuman flows, deduced I prove super
Call your boy sentry, you get too close I'ma shoot ya
Even if your Thor's hammer I still could easily move ya
'Cause I gotta do what's best for the people
I stay a whole planet ahead just like I was Ego
When I'm looking ahead of me all I see is weak foes
Looking for my cheat code, coming with a weak flow
Would take seven days to be tolerable to the ear lobe
Ha
And I know you'll be nit-picking
So I'll make sure this hits different
Like you were to get finished by
Fists fitted with gloves made of six kittens
With bars like these, I'll be making the big riches
Like the Kid which'll mean that I'll need some big britches
It's dangerous to be running with me, I'm like scissors
You're looking dry as can be with all those slight fissures
Hit you with a light jab and cross
Shocking all my competition with a flash and toss
Then bang, all your senses you've happened to lost
And you don't regain them until you feel a crack in your jaw
It's a fact your awe and full of obliviousness
You know what, go, go mind your own business
I don't care what you want
This is my music, not your wish list
I haven't written anyone yet but don't end up on my hit list