StreetRunner - Writer's Block lyrics

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StreetRunner - Writer's Block lyrics

[Star Dolphinz] This Deezy's track, by the way Swag! Excuse my swagger but I been here for a year I told your b**h to cop that sh**. I put that dick up in her ear So, it's just "f** what you heard." I move that b**h like a motherf**ing bird I put that ho down and she wanna get my bu*ter so, she churn Everybody check this record, flip it like this sh** got burned Put that flapjack in a pan and then, I hustle hard. It works n***as know the game and I got it on lock And I put that sh** up in the pan. I boil it in the pot And I stir the f**ing noodle. Cook that b**h up like a poodle Use that ho for a dresser. So, I undress her and use her Damn, I'm the swagger. I'm the motherf**ing Medusa Cause I turn these hoes to stone and then, I motherf**ing douche 'em [Rashaun Tha King] Yeah! Its Rashaun Tha King, baby I'm in this Ahum! You feeling yourself? Where's the motherfricking lotion cap? [?] in a hurry so, they lost the f**ing lotion cap I'm at it again. Packing it in. Click, clack, bang. They pa**ing your head Yung Ice $oljaz to the NLM. Running this thing 'til [?] again Uh, you just nasty like the common cold They smoking on that Narnia but we the chronicles R-A-S-H-A-U-N-T-H-E space, now, say the King. Ha! Okay. Now, how you little n***as feeling? Leave the nipples for the babies and start s**ing Penicillin I can go and get the AK. Call that, "AKA The Realest." Hang your body from the floor and your shoestrings on the ceilings. HA! [RJC] Anh! RJC! Rashaun, what up? Deezy, what up? C-Note, I see you. Uh! My swag from designer but y'all already knew that I'm stepping in the game. They're like J. Cole, "Man, who dat?" I tell them that it's RJC. Nobody go as hard as me Pumping out verses like it's blood to my arteries I rock a pair of Js worth more than your bank account And my polo super clean. I see a shorty, take her out I got love for the city. I know they living with me Got some girls that's tryna get it but no time for them. I'm busy See, I can just envision my crew copping private jets My swag will make you leave him. In that case, I am cause-and-effect And I ain't even started, yet. See, I'm just getting warmed up I made it through the struggles even with my own horrid luck And I ain't gotta worry. My flow will take me to the top I'm colder than a flurry. You're colder than a boiling pot They told me that I should stop and I just be like, "Nuh uh." I am God's creation like Gucci, Gucci, Prada My flow's so insane that it might be harmful Me and Deezy, side by side. I know my team, partial But they ask who the realest out and everybody stops And points to me and Dee and they say, "Him and him." Like Marshall [Precise Conner] Back again, Precise is on the track I'm busting vocals with my Polos. Stepping back, my solo Make the style, I kick back from Chicago 60636. Other ways and plays [?] The building. Skiling. The feeling's spilling like the sk**et Feel it. Those gunshots blasting your a**. Now, I'm past the ceiling Bumping the steez. Bring it back. Mr. Deezy be k**ing Feeling the gunshot blast [?] And y'all counted me out. I still worked on it They still [?] Couldn't catch it Couldn't sk** or then feel it. Couldn't k** me if you had a feeling Sk**ing the real and motherf**ers, I'm back, boy [Deezy Alfamega] Uh, with my n***as. Rolling good ish It's Team SMB. Yeah, we on that hood ish Yeah, and I bet y'all wish I would switch But give me three wishes. I wish, I wish, I wish you would, trick! Yeah. RJC, you know we in this, bro My boy, Rashaun Tha King, k**ing every instrumental C-Note getting bread. We the bread winners Your girlfriend's a head giver cause your a** dead, n***a Yeah, I'm in this thing off the top of the head And you already know that's what I said And I'm in the bed with one eye closed but I'm focused You already know I rep them Yung Ice $oljaz n***a, I had writer's block. Your girlfriend like the co*k Matter fact, I beat it up. Yeah, I'm something like the cops But I ain't no pig, though. Flyer than swine flu Aye, I am the best. Need I remind you I don't really care about them hating old n***as It's YI$ for life. Man, shoutout to Trigga It is what it is. Ain't no beefing in this, n***a I am the pooh, you can ask Tigger. Yeah Rap City, put them in the basement Your girlfriend on me so, I had to give her a facelift And I, I k** this beat like Jason Ball so hard, need a Naismith n***a, no replacement. I am the original Your girlfriend on me, though. You already know No subliminals when I say, "Forget Dingana!" I'm the real Deezy. Sunny Daze, mess with me, bruh! Ha! I admit, that's a little childish Yeah, I am the hottest n***a on the planet. Y'all just the mildest And if you're tryna battle me then, y'all just the wildest I am Daddy Deezy and I know who my child is Ha, yeah, I don't play 'round And you can save all that BS for the playground Yeah, and if you do that then, slide I'm swinging to the clouds. I'm the best rapper alive, b**h! [C-Note] I leave y'all a** dead, y'all heaven's toys "s** me bruh," Tevin voice! Yeah, and I'm just making all this noise While your girl be on my dick and she be leaping for joy. Uh Tell her to jump and the b**h say, "How high?" "How high can I go, n***a?" b**h, you can die. Uh Give me your crutches. I'm so royal, double dutchess. Uh [Deezy Alfamega] n***a, f** it. Go! [C-Note] I'm going back in. f** these hating n***as I'm building them up. Call them, built n***as That didn't make no sense. I'm just rhyming off the head And I'm going in. Leave your a** dead Ok, bulletproof vest, n***a. Call me 50 Cent, n***a I'm too fresh, n***a. You ain't doing sh**. Ahhh! I'm way too cold, n***a. Go and get the Theraflu, you too old, n***a Go and get the Theraflu. Don't make me embarra** you n***a, I'm the best. n***a, don't make me embarra** you I'm too fly Jumping out the plane and I don't need a parachute I'm just going in. Need a new pair of shoes n***a, you too fake. Get the f** up out my face n***a, 'fore you catch a case. n***a, I'm too cold Get the f** up out my face. n***a, I'm too bold Got you writing in Italics. n***a, got you writing Times New Roman. n***a, I'm the best. Get in back of the line. Ahhh! And I'm about to get signed, n***a Get to the back of the mine, n***a. Get up out of my mind. Ah! This victory is mine, n***a. Call me Stewie Griffin. Ah! Yeah, Call me Blake Griffin. I'm in it just to win it. Ah! [Deezy Alfamega] Uh, it's cool, C-Note. Hold up It's SMB [C-Note] We them Yung Ice $oljaz! Listen up, b**h! Aye, what's up, b**h? [Deezy Alfamega] What's good, f** boy? [Star Dolphinz] What's poppin', ho? [Deezy Alfamega] What's crackin', f*ggot?