Текст песни Metal Gear (feat. Dru Kelly) - Nick Enaigbe

This shit is not for the weak hearted
The hardest
When I'm on beats I go retarded
Weak artists spitting weak bars don't get rewarded
Demonic with my deep flows that I'm recording
Seek God before you each all get a deep coffin
Deep conscious if you speak you'll get your teeth knocked in
You know what
Turn the beat off and start beatboxing
The hottest and I don't try just to be honest
You won't find this at a flee market
Please stop it
If you want it know that we got it
We poppin
We just as hot as the tea pot is
I knock the rings out her pussy just like sonic
You don't want war nigga that's a fact
I fuck her like a whore and then after that
Kick her right out my door and then after that
Go and make me some shmores with some apple jacks
Haha

Yea
You know what mother fucking time it is
You bitch ass niggas
Ain't nobody fucking safe
Not your mother
Not your grandmother
Your sister
Your niece
Nobody

This shit is not for the sleep walkers
Leo Departed G O D well regarded
Plea bargain for these wack rappers and weak artists
Flea market bars and a cause just to leave target
License plate outdated
I was about faded
I was a loud baby
I was a crowd taker
I'm in the cloud rainin
My reign supreme are you down for the cause baby
Livin up in ya jaw baby
No jawbreaker
Bitch I'm a law breaker
Picking up all haters
Covered by Allstate I listen to all staters
Picking up calls daily
Get an applause baby
Askin me for signature signature cost baby
Digital marketing I'm pickin apart all the star players
Gift from a God and I'm livin in harmony all day
It's pretty relaxing
I'm givin a passage
They give me some flack
And I'm givin it back
In a minimal action bitch
Ugh
And my genitals flashin
An intimate fashion
I get to the bag and I split it in half
In a general manner
Pitiful manners
I ridicule manners
Haha