Testo BUTTON CHECK - Ham Sandwich
Testo della canzone BUTTON CHECK (Ham Sandwich), tratta dall'album BUTTON CHECK
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up
I'm tired of bein nice to lames
If I dropped my diss records now I'd have like twice the fame
Left handed bandit, when I write I might ignite the page
If you was tryna burn me out, you'll need like twice the flame
Endeavoring to son me, but my birthright's your iced remains
I'm a sandwich, I ain't surprised niggas biting game
And when they try to spit the shit themselves
It don't hit quite the same
It's quite a shame, niggas tryna claim what's mine in vain
Really tryna take a nigga sauce, won't even cite the name
Damn. It's too many y'all in my domain
Pokémon battle, if I can see you, you're inside the range
I'm Obi-Wan, bet I can see it all from high terrain
Run the set, I'll button check the blower like a fighting game
And you won't get a run back, this isn't Life is Strange
Deep down, y'all know everything you hype is lame
But he said that he said that he said it was fire
So I guess, that I'm just, a motherfuckin liar
Heh, or maybe I never bought the hype
Niggas goin on sale, who getting bought tonight
So they can sell a lifestyle they ain't live off the mic
And I ain't gotta name names, just know they're often white
Often like to dig up some coffins and have a talkin fight
Talkin like they shouldn't be clockin into an office like
Get a job, get a hob, your parents are getting robbed
Bitch I had to get a mob, just so I could walk at night
Don't let me get a vod of you when you be talkin spice
Life gave me lemons, and a lemon pepper appetite
Y'all hungry dogs at the table beggin for half a slice
These niggas could be my mom, still wouldn't be half as nice
As I be, Ivy's askin me for speeches
But no words can replace what experience teaches
I've known hurt, I've seen hate, I've beaten my sneakers
Like Shohei, I beam it straight, into the bleachers
Nigga home run
And now I could buy the Foam 1s
I had to hit the ground running, like I done stole some
Right after dawn, you can see me when the crows come
Walkin to the beat of my own drum
A shogun, tryna avoid having to show guns
It's either way you flip it, the slogan, I told em I need bread
These bitches move medusa, I need head
My city on my sleeve, stackin Blues, but I bleed red
Let's get it homie
(glaze)
Yuh
Anytime that Po he enter scenery they seeing his new limit reached
See these Simic thoughts has shown his peak
Has passed through peasantry
They testing he, I'm living EDH there's only one of me
Imprisoning these sweaty motherfuckers dropping Augustin
Honestly I'm where the problems be
They ain't doing jack but showing up at giants feet
Anything I do they treat it as a prophecy
Been saying fuck with loop death obsolete
That shit on repeat
Yuh
He was talking on the gram don't give a damn
Plan advance pop a gram Meloetta pen'll dance
Man he'll never stand a chance for my level need da badge
And the honest fact poly graph pointing where the problems at
Poly at Pontiac in a Pontiac polymath show knowledge vast
You can't argue that
Toying with the kid'll getcha image snapped
Po he doffing limits wit no strings attached
Duh
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Writer(s): Dillon James Heinz, Illyas Elfarh
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