Will See - Street Smart

Yeah
Will C
The Realest
Street Smart
Let's go
Yeah
I come in swingin' a battle axe
Razzle dazzle raps
Like a dentist's pick to your platinum plaques
The only rapper who'd look natural in a MAGA hat
I pop a cap, you wanna stop and listen like a Snapple fact
So have y'all figured the winner yet?
I'm omnipotent; you're a incel on the internet
I'm the bigger threat; you're belligerent
You think you're earnin' interest? You're impotent
My dick could pitch a bigger tent
(Ooooooo)
I bare it all with my pants on
Your man's ensemble's on a roll like a jam, dawg
We the ones rappers depends on
Holdin' dance songs for ransom
Blockin' unwanted flows like a tampon
(DAMN SON)
The prodigy finesse
You know I keep it G - like I'm followin' an F
I just wanna bring it on the Five Fingers of Death
Will C to wreckin' beats like Jesse Pinkman to meth
So blink and your next
My brinksmanship has Lincoln impressed
I think you're depressed
I'm hopin' that your shrink is the best
I'll sink in your chest and wrinkle your vest
Slink in and bring a fuckin' minx to your nest and sprinkle the zest
(Yuuughh)
You tryna figure they Griselda or Dreamville
We tryna reckon which record should we kill
The street shills with the least chill
Please, geeze
These beat skills feel like a brave way to make a meek mill
(WOOOO)
I'm layin' in the cut like a bandaid
Your mans ain't playin'
Donald Trump on the campaign
I'll mansplain to anybody up on my fanpage
Claimin' there is anything that's something I can't say
I stay slumped in my man cave
Can't go to other rappers' shows because I chug on the champagne
Get drunk on a rampage
And jump on the damn stage to kick up a ruckus of funk to fuck up the landscape
(Yeah)
Got alotta reason to
My philosophy's if you ain't shittin', off the pot
So keep the profit growin', locked and loaded, creepin', movin'
'Til the guap is leakin' thru the pocket like it's Pikachu
(Pika piiii)
Lamplighter, champ fighter
Hold your fuckin' hands higher
I keep burnin' suckers like a vampire campfire
I be turnin' numbers like a hand dialer
Lift my crew while y'all be spurnin' brothers like the Klan
(DAYUM)
If you wanna play me on a track I'll get my Brady on and snap
The fuckin' Le'Veon of rap
I got your lady on my lap
This is way beyond an act of entertainment dawg, in fact
This that crazy talk that parked your homie Shady on the map
(Hi! My name is...)
You're lazy on it, lackluster
Way beyond a whack buster
I be talkin' smack like early Jay-Z on a track
Plus I'm bravely on a path to gettin' bags
There ain't been this many cranks around a cracker since the Last Supper
(Wait, wasn't Jesus Black?)
And now I'm comin' out the Upper West
Your album is a fuckin' mess
You'll prolly make a buck at best
I got it on my bucket list to never listen once, and yes
You pumpkinheads should just confess:
You prolly wear a fuckin' dress
(WOAH!)
Not that there's anything wrong with that
It's just that the target of these bars typically wants
To project a traditionally masculine image
So... you know
Yeah
Palms to llamas like a pettin' zoo
Dog, look whatchu gettin' to
Obama with the retinue
Got commas with the revenue
I'm Dahmer when I execute
Osama with the wreckin' crew
So asalam aleikum
Fuck a Biden-Harris rally, fuck a MAGA Twenty-twenty
I been stackin' every penny way from back in February
Wrappin' presents getting ready to pack them in the cemetery
Have a happy merry merry
I drop rhymes with hard lines that chop diamonds
Scar wives like popped hymens
Large size like Carmine's and stop crimes like cop sirens
Rotweiler sharp timin'
Yet only do this shit part time - that's smart hirin'
Soon as the beat starts I'm chargin'
Stopping these sparks? You're charmin'
Hop to these parts in Harlem
Non-compete clause? You're darlin'
Bars are meat, y'all - I'm starvin'
I got beast marks at Harvard, dawg
You fuckin' retards aren't even street smart

Written by:
William Corbett

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find