Don't Stop

Verse 1: Supreme beanie with the widows peak peekin' Never Tweakin', as a youngin' freakin' shorties had em sneakin' Out their house on the week days Hoping that they don't get caught creepin' out the crib while their moms sleepin' Everywhere I go these hoes peepin' Cheatin' while they out with their friends Mentioning that they wanna meet and speak with him "Who's that dude on stage and whats his age? He's fresh as hell," and they notice I'm on the right page But, back to the swag Diamond Supply poppin' off the tags Showing off the Devoni belt when I sag These tan colored Altamont pants And everything is new except for my shoes because I'm skating in my Vans... Cause' no I'm not a motherfuckin' hypebeast So a lot of these rappers in the game won't like me Nigga I'm most likely Chillin' in the Heights with the crew sippin Heinis' Skating and eating Iceys... Yummm Verse 2: Theres.. No fuckin' way that anybody's gonna stop me I'm a cool nigga headed to the goal, but no bitch we ain't playin' hockey So no goalies' trynna stop me Killing rappers they need autopsies Irrelevant, they're fucking floppy disks Copy this, and watch me piss another flow out I'm poppin' like before you poe' the moe' out So hoes know bout' That little nigga who be rippin' all these instrumentals And as long as the pussy ain't smelly, then I'll go south I keep it G and super dope that's why the fans believe Claim you gettin' bread? Well that just makes you a ham with cheese Dammit please, stop, is what they're all begging me to do because I'm spitting every fucking word so phonetically All of you generic beings, are just my genetics being Semen spittin' out my penis That just means I birthed you niggas First they wanna hate you, then they love you when you're making cheese and wanna ask for things, but get denied, now you're hurtin' nigga And all them hoes gon' wanna slurp a nigga Rhyme so outlandish that they don't even believe that I'm from Earth my Nigga! And yeah I murder shit on purpose nigga! No more shine for other rappers like I closed the fuckin' curtains nigga Give me more than them 2 quarters because I ain't worthless nigga! I'ma' get rich without snitching don't call me Curtis No courtesy with all these verses I disperse with all these curses Not afraid to say that I rehearsed it It's ill nigga That's why they all feel it nigga