Swerve

[Verse One: Kami de Chukwu] Swerve, swerving be the movement With these first place maneuvers to the slow paced losers Last place zoomin’, holdin’ tight onto they fantasies We front line cruisin’, paintin’ pictures, sippin’ daiquiris A modern day masterpiece, front seat with the master key Shotgun turn you suit and ties to simple faded casualties Tragically they all keep facing these here travesties Thinking it’s sweet as pie, forgetting how sour them apples be Yo, they don’t listen when I say so, advice go: stay low When them Joses stay aiming at your pesos, make roll Back to the chase, back in this race with a smile on his face Cheesing like it be a rat race with a cat trap With a bat claw to these honey buns, taking all of they cake Taking all of they weight, all up in they face Like a strain from a can full of mace I done stay putting them niggas in they place When the Save Money villain shoot and cue Kembe [Verse Two: Kembe X] Roll another swisher, don’t smoke it though, just look at it My pockets hella empty, I ain’t broken bro, just crooked It’s the super duper stupid fuck, I booth the blunt, get stupid stuck Fuck with me, you losers fucked, want some heat? Then you in luck Niggas can’t fuck with the high rap god, it’s some time till I blow See but I’m just mines, [?] If I spit, I’m speaking through my lyrics, I’m just prophet So watch this profit, money, bitches Can’t seem to get the fuck up outta my best wallet Was down and they not cause they pride ‘cause they shot And I kill ‘em all, feed ‘em to the lot, just watch Let’s be quiet, fuck, dumb ass bitches Quit still tryna take my money, hahaha shit, what?