God Bless Dope Rappers - Noah King, KXNG Crooked, Spokewheel

Ugh huh

Yeah

Ugh huh

Yeah

Watch out

I know how it’s supposed to go

But relax though

Yeah

Chwup

What’s it gon' be?

(Hey)

When the song going 'round like you don’t know

What’s it gon' be?

(Hey)

When the fire burning tires burning whee (Hey)

Going to play this game to the day that we die (Huh?)

Going to ride until we see the sunrise (Yeah, he-ey)

Watch out now

God- God-

God bless dope rappers

God bless dope rappers

Ugh

Off the head, let it begin

This is freestyle, I’m the no-ink-pen-kingpin

This is off the cuff, let it link in

That’s cufflink dog, let the bar sink in

Rappers falling off the deep end

You gon' be real or fake?

You need to make your mind

You’ve got a Gucci belt

You’ve got a Gucci watch

Now I truly understand why you’re wasting time

Me?

I’m grabbing the cash, baby

I’m rapping in packed stadiums

Spazzing, just ask Shady

And after that fact your lady

Is giving me mad cranium

And I never trust a hater

They devils like Tasmanians, man

Nah, they don’t want to play with the skill

Any rapper you name, I will kill

I’m flipping through the magazine

Just another lame with a deal

Tell me — you want the fake or the real?

Huh?

What’s it gon' be?

(Hey)

God bless dope rappers

When the song going 'round like you don’t know

What’s it gon' be?

(Hey)

God bless dope rappers

When the fire burning tires burnin' we (Hey)

God bless dope rappers

Going to play this game to the day that we die (Till we die!)

God bless dope rappers

Going to ride until we see the sunrise (Yeah, he-ey)

God bless dope rappers

Watch out now

God- God-

God bless dope rappers (Yeah)

God bless dope rappers (Yeah)

God bless dope rappers

That ain’t art you’re making, it don’t grab us (Nah!)

I’m from the streets, I roll with fo' sho' trappers

And they don’t sing like you, they tote clappers (Pow, pow!)

God damn, you’re making the same hits

You roll in the same whip you after the same chick

You talking the same shit

My perspective is record executives

Did plug your neck and injected the same chip in you

Controlling your mind so effortless

But I’d rather talk about my baby neck in this

Ass like a horse plus she’s fly

That’s why I call her Pegasus

After I hit it, where the breakfast is?

Daddy’s little girl

Some ride or die, some won’t

Some Erykah Badu, some Erykah Ba-Don't

I like them intelligent with that Erykah Badonk

Real nigga, fake nigga — whatchu' want?

Huh?

What’s it gon' be?

(What's it gon' be?) (Hey)

God bless dope rappers

When the song going 'round like you don’t know

What’s it gon' be?

(Hey)

Yeah, God bless dope rappers

When the fire burning tires burnin' we (Hey)

God bless dope rappers

Going to play this game to the day that we die (Huh?)

God bless dope rappers

Going to ride until we see the sunrise (Yeah, he-ey)

God bless dope rappers

Watch out now

God- God-

God bless dope rappers

God bless dope rappers

Yeah

It’s alright

You’re tuned in

You’re tuned in

Hahahahahahaha

Dope rapper

We had to switch it up, man

A glitch in The Matrix

You can go back to that wack shit now

Hahahahahahaha