[Verse 1: Raceway K]

The rap monster with no sponsor

My flows conquer all of New York, my flow's bonkers

South made, I'm truly a beast

And you could peep by the way I spit that shit ain't sweet (How)

Nobody near me man, they all beneath

I'm sorry mom, I'm selling dimes, man I gotta eat (I'm hungry)

As I get my feet wet now I'm dishin them eighths

And you would think it's easy how I flip em like K (Turn me up, hear the tape)

And you can't relate

To the times I was home with just rice on my plate (Damn)

As I say it's, a blessing or a lesson

And screw diamonds with the cuts, I think I got detention (Shhhh)

Not to mention that my attention goes to the boards with extensions

Presenter, rapping, as I get in my bag, honey's all on me nigga pardon my swag (As I dash)

And excuse my French

Cause I was balling all season while you still on the bench (Damn)

Raps like a battlefield, I sit in my trench

I'm not gon' lie and say I shoot but I play my defence

[Sampled Chorus: Mary Jane Girls & (Big Daddy Kane) + Intermission: "Gordo"]

I can't wait to get it on

(Check it out, y'all)

I can't wait to get it on

(You don't stop, keep on)

I can't wait to get it on

(Check it out, y'all)

I can't wait to get it on

(You don't stop, keep on)

I can't wait to get it on

(Check it out, y'all)

I can't wait to get it on

(You don't stop, keep on)

I can't wait to get it on

(Check it out, y'all)

I can't wait to get it on

(You don't stop, keep on)

"Slap that nigga"

"Let me do it together"

"Yo K and $ha what's poppin?"

"It's Gordo"

"Three hunnid black men, rest in peace, soul to soul, it's soul to soul"

"Uh huh let's get it uh huh"

[Verse 2: Gordo]

My pops got locked so you know I had to man up

You know what I did? I called the plug and I picked some grams up

Yo 12-12, skinnies had my fucking hands numb

My first day in the trap, I pulled up with a handgun (Don't play with me)

I had my mind on my money, ready to blam something

Fact tho, if you try front we come through the back door

Rusty 44, Lord knows I tear off his back, yo (BOOM)

Kick back, roll up some sour and then we laugh about it (Where the woods at?)

I ain't even mention I had the bro wrapped in plastic round him

Dump him off at the lake and I bet you that nobody found him

So don't play with the bread nigga, or you're for this lead nigga

I put a bullet all in ya head nigga (Bahp, Bahp)

[Sampled Chorus: Mary Jane Girls & (Big Daddy Kane)]

I can't wait to get it on

(Check it out, y'all)

I can't wait to get it on

(You don't stop, keep on)

I can't wait to get it on

(Check it out, y'all)

I can't wait to get it on

(You don't stop, keep on)

I can't wait to get it on

(Check it out, y'all)

I can't wait to get it on

(You don't stop, keep on)

I can't wait to get it on

(Check it out, y'all)

I can't wait to get it on

(You don't stop, keep on)

[Verse 3: PXWER]

The smooth spitter, your boo's side nigga (I am)

I never fed a ex but they know I deliver (Right)

Got the 40, I drink until the stick up

Roll a couple deemo's, quick cipher with my niggas

Shout out to my people's, father to the chickens (That's right)

Rap is in the genes and I'm true to this religion

Spit the ghetto gospel, killing beats; I got to (I got to)

This slow beat so nasty, something like a brothel (Eww)

Twist the gas with my fingers chief till I'm in a daze

Sour for the euphoric state, don't really like the haze

Mayweather with this heat, watch your speakers blaze (Huh)

They my dune when I son em, know you been amazed

You lying if you think I'm weak, you could catch this fade, bro

I'm giving out shade, bucks when you see the blade (On the face)

These niggas ain't got the juice, they just minute made

They throwing hella shade in my light like a cloudy day

On the corner blocks, brother's playing CeeLo

I'm taking all that chicken, cause you niggas know my Steelo

Dollar sign and forget the H-A

Brothers don't test me cause they know I'm bout the melee

I'm out for dead presidents, Staten be my residence

I'm next in line, so who you think that you better than? (Right)

Can't match the penmanship, verses? They be celibate

Not to be fucked with, so you to write some better shit

And I can't wait, to get it on

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