Songtext At the motherf*&^ing halo Spose

At the motherf*&^ing halo

Once upon a time, not long ago
We made some dope records at The motherfucking Halo
I'm old school so I get to the point quicker
You past your prime like an overweight stripper
My time to fuck around, right around zero
You ask me twenty times, Warren Buffett's still my hero
I'm out here chasing dinero like Bobby De Niro
I'ma buy a neighborhood and be somebody hero
Always hang with weirdos, my homies is my kinfolk
We dick your girlie real slow, old school medicine shelf
Make 'em see a rainbows like shooting free throws
Chasing checks is all we know, there they go at the do'
I'm always blessed, not stressed, it could be armed incest
I don't just try fly-ness, I'm like a litmus test
You must be confused, you think you wanna diss this
That's like an atheist that's celebrating Christmas

Liar is your element like Lithium and Argon
I'm here to prove it, you losing gives me a hard on
Got bars long, from married moms selling Arbonne
The Stella Artois coaster poster with the hard gloss
I'm from Maine where I don't gotta keep my car locked
M's on my mind like I'm playing for Jim Harbaugh
I'm not restricted to conventional thought
I risk it all, got balls like intentional walks
You make me wanna tee-hee like Rob Gronk
'cause life's a bitch like it was your dog's mom
You think your circle's dope but P. Dank know it isn't, though
You're all a bunch of squares like some sticky notes
I'm a nice guy, but my jaw is mean
Your rhymes weaker than the hand on the claw machine
So fuck your concert, bro, I'm mad I came to it
I had a better time getting robbed in St. Louis

They tried to doubt me from the first verse and I laid the tape
But I pride myself when I made a mistake
[?] where the rest was, keep my racks up
Gotta step up or stay away
No doors in my bars, no Xanny
Flows more like nose candy, no Mars, still my whole family's large
And we gracin' stages, amazin' pacin', we lace the page with
Some folks'll fake it 'til they come face to face with the greatness
You lazy fading suckers who fuck up a beat, I dump and repeat
We four duffles and then touch you and fuck up your week
Told dudes I showed to prove
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I'm breaking flows 'til the show improve
Either [?]
We move swiftly, the crew's with me, the mood uplift me
Shoot the harpoon from the calypso to skew the fishies
Your view is iffy, your image is weak
Over before you started, you artists too timid to speak
The meek shall inherit the shit that I choose to leave without
Peace, believe me, it's Mike Beasley, the beat's pieces, I'm out

I backslap rappers physically and vocally, I'm the one y'all hope to be
A motherfucking giant, it's impossible not to notice me
I'll Sean Carter roundhouse, that's the shit that I'm about
I don't need no topic, I just say some shit and sound it out
A motivated man, with a master plan
Dropping verses over bangers thanks to God.Damn.Chan
I turn Gold River stone killer, jealous fucking spade bitter
While I'm steady laughin', I'm 'bout to make this happen
Y'all some sing-along silly fucks, talk slick but really suck
Tell your moms to call me, I got ways for her to make a buck
I don't need no luck, I got the gift, fuck a "what if"
I'm what is that dopeness, y'all motherfuckers hopeless
I spaz out and start slapping up people
I'm a beast with an attitude, I'm oh so evil
This is part one of one, ain't gon' be no sequel
And as far as rapping go, I've never met my equal, one