Elow The Great - For Certain

Imma hit them with another one
Gotta light em up
Imma leave them hoes hurting
In the end imma shut this mother Fucker down
Last call for the round
Imma blast through the curtains
Leave yo ass there in ya spot that's For certain
Spin around with the choppa
Imma leave yo ass swerving
Slow it down for the bullet time
I had that bitch curving
Best believe I'll leave
Yo ass where you stand
That's for certain
I try to make a name for myself in This industry while all these other Fake people wanna Hate on me
They trying to collab with me in my Lab giving me the roll around like a skating rink
Flopping like little Minnows on a Flow when you swim through
Cut' em like sardines
With my gensu
Imma dictate over you caught me Stall' n and now I'm kicking out the Box with my Kung Fu
Catching me out performing a show And wreck it Ralph the stage and fuck the venue
I not gonna lie
I had my piece of the pie
Ate through a whole list of my Accomplishments like a menu
I'm stoppable like Jugger-Naught
Because I got momentum
I had to go get em
You all no better I'm a bread winner
And I ain't talking about calling a Bitch
When I say imma go getter
You should've known better
I can pull out the quill and absorb the Ink from a crows feather
Layout my words on loose leaf
Assassinate my rhymes on the beat
With a ransom note
I'm known to evoke terror
Man fuck it
You can take a long hard look
And suck it
There ain't no room for discussions
Imma take them off the list
What the fuck is next on the bucket?
I Got them all jumping, when the Shotty get to pumping
Bass from the blast got your heart Thumping
Now you looking all slumpy
Imma crack a shell and bust your Yolk have you falling off the top
They gonna have to put you back Together
Humpty Dumpty
Cause Imma hit them with another One gotta light em up
Imma leave them hoes hurting
In the end imma shut this mother Fucker down
Last call for the round
Imma blast through the curtains
Leave yo ass there in ya spot that's For certain
Spin around with the choppa
Imma leave yo ass swerving
Slow it down for the bullet time
I had that bitch curving
Best believe I'll leave
Yo ass where you stand
That's for certain
There ain't no stopping me
When I get their hands up like a Robbery
I caught them mocking me
They jealous of how my profits be
I'm sharp with the cheddar
That's why I stack it on top of my Broccoli
Spray them hoes down to the ground And make' em a Wap
Like Cardi B
I'm in your head like a lobotomy
I'll soup a man with these cans
And leave them all watery
Imma Run off like a bandit with the Stash like I won the lottery
I'm a maniac on the rhymes
You better hide your fuckin pottery
Cause I'm breaking it down when I Hustle
Make them cramp up
Like a sore muscle
Leave you 6 feet under the soil
After we scuffle
The pigs can't even sniff you out
Like they was searching truffles
Intoxicated with anger when I aim
I was seeing double
It is what it is
And It's for certain that I'm that Mother fucker on the side of the fence bringing trouble
Cause Imma hit them with another One gotta light em up
Imma leave them hoes hurting
In the end imma shut this mother Fucker down
Last call for the round
Imma blast through the curtains
Leave yo ass there in ya spot that's For certain
Spin around with the choppa
Imma leave yo ass swerving
Slow it down for the bullet time
I had that bitch curving
Best believe I'll leave
Yo ass where you stand
That's for certain

Written by:
Erwin Lewis

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