Woodah - Rapture (feat. Jay Cartier)

Hundred percent from the field I never miss on a verse
I'm not complaining but it really is a gift and a curse
I know it's not a race but ima get to it first
When you keep it real you never need to rehearse

As I get better I know I just make it worse for you niggas
I'm tryna kill em all I brought a hearse for you niggas
They be acting like some hoes I got a purse for you niggas
Get you ghost I'll make em search for you niggas

Miss me with the chit chat and all the jibber jabber
In love with money Green is Bae just like the Packers
I'm turnin up to the maximum
Skimming through all the chapters
Im ballin just like the raptors
This beat sound like the rapture
I'm always on the attack
I'll Kill you bury you after
I'm serving em like a platter
Forever Gone be a factor
In the field like a tractor
I'm slaving but I'm the master
I'm just a natural disaster
I'm sharp just like a dagger

I'm fly just like Aladdin
I'm really like an assassin
Aggressive I'm never passive
A baddie is what I'm smashing
Ashes to ashes
I'm preaching just like a pastor
I'm really about that action
I'm better than you imagined
5 deep like the Jacksons
I'm spitting heat like a dragon
Explaining shit like caption
Wavy cuz I'm the captain
Split you just like a fraction
I'm tryna be in a mansion
In my lane gaining traction
Just look at the reaction

For real

I'm not normal bitch I move different
These ain't in the stores bitch my shoes different
Talking bout what you did knowing you didn't
Bar for Bar with me who are you kidding?

They say I'm crazy gotta screw missing
I'm so anti they say I'm too distant
You was talking big who are you dissing
You rap and I rap that's a huge difference

Hottest nigga spitting I turn the booth to a furnace
See the game need truth so I'm here to provide a service

Since kindergarten was writing my pain in a cursive
Made a wave from a puddle now all y'all acting like surfers

Hit the club and shawty shake it on niggas like she was nervous

I just
Want her for the moment not saving or buying purses
Got her
Yelling out and moaning
Like choirs in black churches
Never knew the deacon
But I be out here spitting these sermons

I'm lebron to a lakers player
The most hated
But gods favorite
Im always favored

You better learn to love me now cuz you gone need me later
I'm bouncing back for the green I feel like Gordon Hayward

My dawg a shooter like kyrie
I hate he had to go

He wanna win one on his own
He wanna run the show

I see him working for rings
And I respect his hustle

But if we meet in the finals my team gone win in 4

Im the type the treat a legend like a new migga

You be walking around
I be walking through niggas

Gotta A few scammers
Few robbers
Few killers

Momma ain't know what to do w us

Shit I'm always by the tre like a lunch line
It's Crunch time
Tryna buy a crib with these punch lines
Working since the sun down till I see some Sunshine
I'm Tryna tell my momma that her sons fine

Gang full of soldiers so it's crowded on my front lines
I ain't tryna wife the bitch
I just want it one time
Chase a check like Nike
Catch me Dripping in these three lines

My niggas call me woodah
But my bitches call me three times

I'm done

Written by:
Jay Cartier, William Comer

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