Lyrics

Hit My Mans

I just hit my mans, he hit me with the plans; he said jermz you’re worth some grands, money in my hands, I just do it for my fans.
Verbal Jackie chan, I just kick it kick it kick it hope you critics understand.

Yo on the mic I get abusive, I only drop exclusives; your mouth gone get you bossed on, shout out Massachusetts.
I’m the illest bro I’m ruthless, my bars will leave you toothless; the truth is, I’m hot just like this booth is, you’re useless.
Haters looking crazy because my swag is insane, sweater vest with an Ivy League hat on my brain; got no tats or no chains, no packing gats on my frame.
I come attached with this game, I flow spectacular man; I do my Dracula thang and keep attacking they veins, these rappers whack and they’re strange. My flow is out of their range.
I am the different, I’m dope to be specific; my verbiage is terrific, ain’t nothing too explicit; I’m over blessed and gifted, sometimes you’ll catch me lifted like a Chevy out in Texas with my white boys getting twisted.
That bar so dope you missed it, my Brodie’s go ballistic; these rappers think they’re hard but they sound so simplistic. I ripped this.

How dare you ever question my skills, bro I kills; I even wrote a rhyme in my will; don’t need a deal, I’m independent seeking these mills. I feel fulfilled heavy bars stuck in my grill I keeps it real.
I’m just stacking my stacks, while I’m blazing these tracks, these haters hate when I snap; they dropped the game in my lap, so I’m not giving a crap about how these critics react to how I’m killing these raps.
I’m only giving you facts, I eat the beat up like snacks; you like a little mosquito my egos bigger than Shaq; because I started from scratch. From the egg I would hatch into spectacular bird, when I rap it’s absurd.
I swear I started on curb, how I end up in street; I was born to compete, I eat like bon appetite; it’s only truth that I speak, these rappers usually reek.
In other words they just stink, it’s time to clean out the