Dicecapo - Out Of Control lyrics

Im spitting from the dome Balling, lamar odom Told me spit some bars, This sh** turning to f** being sober Turn into hardcore p**n into these kamakaze bars Turn around, flex your hoe, its over f** the speeding, ride like f**ing range rover Feeling like its the cypher Headshot in the game, clean my rifle It ain't about you if it means money dont excite you Blood on my shoes, not piru, let that sh** burn Light the gas up, mice chewing on that bomb suicide You decide if you f**ing around and n***as get at you 2 face n***as, part time thugs, drug money, no one taking a slug for you It feeling like ritiual spitting, addicted, i got bitten n***as starting bars code like this puzzle is missing My heart turn cold, everybody bumpy, they shivering Im turning into some crazy motherf**er, f** medicine f** anything in my way, pour up the hennessy And im riding on my enemies, feeling im double,0, seven New york,mont heaven, shoutout to harlem Knocking n***as out straight from the dome like martin Marking my words as you should do, you die, i dont miss you Suspenful, n***as mention my name but f** these lames The media tryna f** us into this sh**, i just wanna pick up the shovel Shove them in the dirt, i kick a** you n***as Mc Lovin Got your b**h open up her legs like a M, f**ing up MCs She screaming im loving it Shoutout to my team, racking up deuce on deuces Slipping on that banana clip, putting up IVs we not playing games Im speaking the truth, you talking about D.R Seuss Finger on the dresser, these b**hes all on me They Grimey eating my stick like baloney She see it like HD , no sony n***as out my way feeling like im sonic Nahh f** that im feeling ironic n***as around me getting phony This cake in my way, not trying end up bony Im whipping this work, im talking money only If you ain't speaking, n***a you dont know me They riding me hard, f** princess ponies Homies in the dirt, hustle calling me first Feeling like the devil on my shirt I been through it all, can't experience the worst Murdering in the trap, f** the nurse You scared of money, go to church Belaire level, these n***as big burst I murk for this grind, trying to eat first Flipping digits, i guess its worth shove em in the dirt Its big homie, pull up your f**ing skirt Get yo a** singing like Kirk No disrespect, i intercept this sh** Tripping off them angels, some sh** you regret Like how it affect you and ya moms looking like llamas I seen my homeboy die in cold blood, bomb this beat like Osama Reason to get you n***as shook, f** the hook Crack skeleton, boil your thoughts like soup Because dice not shooked getting you cooked No such thing as halfway crooks