Craig Vill - Hermes

Shit Groovy
This definitely a Craig Vill song
Ok pass me the ball I criss cross to the three line
Step back in ya face and I'm like bye bye peace sign
Smiling in the shadows and all you see is my teeth shine
One hit wonder but I'll do it thirty three times
Sending heat rays
Without the baby faces
Shame on my father
Cause he ain't really ever take me places
Momma never took me
She said that you got gas money
Should've said yea cause they been copping all this gas from me
Sike naw
I don't even like Raws
That's the first time in a song I told a lie from my jaw
But it's cool I know y'all niggas can't relate
And send this to the chat since my lyrics causing debates
But shit wait
If you like it then I love it
But we know that you ain't writing that shit you send to the public
Cause ya words stretch the truth
When you sadly bless the booth
And I'm happy that you started bitching when I was just testing you
It couldn't be me I stand on the line of scrimmage
Hike the ball run a draw or throw a dime to my Niggas
The only way you stop us if it's pass interference
Too many flags on the play and this shit is ya last appearance
On the beat is when I talk the most often
East coast nigga tried the west coast offense
Hear it in the sample when it's telling you to law low
Get the fuck down and don't get up until I say so
I don't care if niggas will like me
I ain't stopping til I hear a Craig Vill type beat
You ain't breaking my heart it ain't no love lost
Put some pain in this shit and then you see how much the blood cost
Niggas pretending I'm not a factor got me aggravated
Call me if you want ya beat dissected and evaporated
I've been acting patient
Stacking paper
Lacking
While you niggas ask for favors
That was never me
Couple niggas dead to me
You shooting who
Well
I'm on ya block nigga so yea you better be
But I stay out the way cousin
And you niggas stay running
Cause I turn every booth into a microwave oven
I'm chilling wit my niggas
On this beat I hate ya ass
Hear my verse
Play it back
That shit was crazy
Ate the track
Sliding to my side of the city you betta pay the tax
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes or step in my vapormax
So face the facts
I made a pact
If I said It I won't take it back
Tinted ride painted black
Im better than you niggas and it's crazy because I hate to rap
And now you in my line of fire
That's why I took a shot at you
At Triangle park and I'm shooting from the hypotenuse
Take that adjacent angle
Hopefully I got it to
That's how you get a co-sign and then they gon rock wit you
But back to stepping
Cut you square ass niggas in half like the lattice method
And then these niggas always stalling the grind
I don't condone it
Your real numbers smaller than mine like exponents
But more power to you when you got the wrong mission
I been Breaking Niggas down like I'm doing the long division
I'm like the cartel be where the bricks are bozo
And I got the light on me like I'm the Pixar logo

Written by:
Craig Jackson-Johnson

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