Rock The Bells

Very good I rub the genie out the bottle And use all 3 wishin' a nigga would I'm no cool rapper, I break sweats I can take a joke but it's better to take checks While you writin' about me don't forget: We don't need the hype, just the dopest shit Why are they so offended that I hold my tip? C'mon, it's rap, that behavior's appropriate Without question, I can't put my city on a map But I can give 'em directions More interesting than the rest get No sex tape in the press kit Brooklyn accent, boogey down, fitted (?) Oregon kicks, Mexican drinks with my Detroit chick How do I rap both well and sick? I blame common sense Now, lemme see your hands If you're out to get them grands (grams?) Then split it up with your fans Say "I am" (I am) Yo, I'm in the best shape I ever been Rare form's the norm And I'm scarred up from battlin' War torn and scorn 'bout a better view - birds eye Credit do deserve ??? Let a few words fly, shit I ain't concerned, I I'm on the A-train listenin' to my flame Thinkin' to myself Zo! and Tig did the damn thing ??? sayin' top ten to we ain't even got spin More breasts, less profit, still all win We be, I'm is group shit or solo We made history, little to no promo Used to say "hipstory" but that's hip-hop They can labor it to death but can't make this stop Can't break this up What up Ilyas Last text message told me to give y'all hell Can't kill it, won't die Can't feel it, won't try ??? Sell the big dope rhymes Said can I kick it? Yes you can! (x3) Well I'm gone Now let me see those hands Now, let me see your hands If you're out to get them grands And split it up with your fans Say "I am" (I am)