Simple - SHED lyrics

[Verse 1: sIMple] (sIMple talking) It's sIMple Telling my story no forward As I proceed to move forward Living my life by four words.... That's "f** you pay me" By the first round I am breaking Bad b**hes backs by the beat break I'm Jay-Z You don't stand a chance with the chance that you are taking Martin had a dream keep it alive while you are waking and baking These corner store wraps, these corner store raps Soon to be a foundation the corner stone of rap Sippin Ron Burgundy with Corningstone in back b**h don't k** my vibe I got a quarter and a sack Riding to Miami on a quarter tank of gas And a backpack full of clothes to change, rap Novocaine Check my stance Doing the Reindeer dance with Santa in some Hammer pants Parachute with two Asians playing a pair of flutes Roger Maris cool as I step up to the plate I let my music talk, look so f**ing European in a pooping stall I go in there so no one pisses on my shoes is all b**h [Verse 2: Callon B] (Callon B talking) Me and sIMple did you get the memo Hit the Indo, now my thoughts in limbo Place them in Nuendo, hit the trap to push the f**ing demo The kid is detrimental... Yo, dope for your ear piece Know you can hear me, no I ain't heard you no body is near me 92 till now made me a mighty dude They tryna judge like Hedi Klum But I got talent they be thinking like it's not Callon It couldn't be that statement is not valid The one you should not challenge, sip lean from the Chalice Trips with Alice to the wonderland, you get hit with my Underhand Tryna blow my high so roll another gram This that next level conscious sh** No taste on the hit....that's how I know it's real I been known to feel, a bit preoccupied You know I flow to k**, can't stop the rhyme Hot box a dime, and hop on the mic like what's poppin guys? Dank [Verse 3: JoKen] (JoKen talking) It's JoKen I'm jumping on the mother f**ing cypher Callon pa** the B so I can get a little higher I'm flyer than a eagle riding on a jet liner I do this everyday dog but your a one timer Whoe didn't mean to put your business on the street But I can't handle all these lames claiming they're better than me Like I don't put my heart into it when I'm ripping up the beat I'm getting standing ovations you can't even get a seat You're weak, and I'm just steady getting stronger She's bouncing on my dick so I had to call her frogger I do it for my moms cuz I never knew my father Spitting fire tryna turn it to a million dollars I got homies gone to college and some homies who are robbers Born to be a boss, Donald Trump Barack Obama Taking over the game got me feeling like Osama Bullying these rappers they can go and tell they mommas But she can get the drama to I got a bad attitude Never scared of anyone but God, who the f** are you? Joken