TuiDaShark - Resume (feat. Theez)

Yeah, quarantine, me and my ninjas been in the hyperbolic time chamber, Yeah, like,
They can say I'm cocky, they can say all kind of things,
I talk it how I walk it,
You can run and check my resume, They can say I'm cocky, yeah they can say all kind of things,
I talk it how I walk it,
Y'all can run and check my resume, They can say I'm cocky, they can
say all kind of things,
I talk it how I walk it,
You can run and check my resume, They can say I'm cocky, yeah they can say all kind of things,
I talk it how I walk it,
Y'all can run and check my resume,
Always been on it poppin', I pulled up in the old jalopy
I don't got no Maserati, but a bet lil' mama still give me toppy, yeah, she know I love
That sloppy, rappin' just ain't my hobby,
I'm sorry if I sound snobby, but I'm tryna get billed on the marquee,
Y'all just a bunch of carbon copies, and I bet it's obvi,
Y'all prolly wanna be like me,
Fuck a top 20, I'm like top 3 in the OC, and I brought Theez
That goat, so even Jesus won't absolve me,
You lookin' up to your local legends and they won't stop callin' me,
So what you think it means when you pass the kings to become a
god MC,
My enemies do not speak to me unless they seekin' a reckoning,
My tongue lashes and my voice crashes,
Releasing the sting of the 7 seas,
Testin' Poseidon will get a trident put right through you,
So you better keep 6 feet,
I'm the big uce, water-type,
My left hand mic hypin,
And the waves obey every word I say like I'm Simon,
I'm movin' tsunami big,
Left promethazine to lean toward enlightenment,
So I can pass that torch like Olympians,
I'm assemblin' everybody who got a godly resemblance, lil' bitch,
Y'all jus talk, ayy,
Been around the block, ayy,
They gave me the keys, said I had this shit on lock, ayy,
This a bop, ayy,
She gon' give me top, ayy,
I got your girl up on my mind she a thot, ayy,
Big bag like a body bag,
Make em' disappear where the body at, Big blade with a hockey mask for the copycat,
If he copy that, I'm a cop a gat,
Imma cock it back, Imma (thu thu),
Til it knock him back,
Imma a (thu thu), Til it knock me back, It got more kick than karate mans, ayy,
Huge dog makin' big moves,
That's a U-Haul with a pitbull,
It's simple, my shit more gourmet,
Yo shit like a homeless person's tongue,
You got poor taste,
I been in the shade straight watchin', Ready for the shine with this day to day plottin'
They say I'm the bomb, about to detonate,
Walk it like I talk it,
You can run and check the resume, boy,
They can say I'm cocky, they can say all kind of things,
I talk it how I walk it,
You can run and check my resume, They can say I'm cocky, yeah they can say all kind of things,
I talk it how I walk it,
Y'all can run and check my resume, They can say I'm cocky, they can
say all kind of things,
I talk it how I walk it,
You can run and check my resume, They can say I'm cocky, yeah they can say all kind of things,
I talk it how I walk it,
Y'all can run and check my resume

Written by:
Mosamoa Tuiteleleapaga, Sean Eberhart

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