Eddy Sunset - Back of the Deli Lyrics

Where's the f*cking money
You're suppose to be earners that's why you got the top tier positions
So each one of ya go after ya people on the street
Crack some f*cking heads create some f*cking earners out there
Chop shit Miyagi send them through
That cobra clutch around ya neck like who the f*ck is you
It's my world you living in and bitch the rent due
Kick knocking punching on them till they black and blue
Let's spot them out they making roaches out ya lil crew
Light up the block and watch them scatter nothing in the view
Yo favorite rapper probably lie in every interview
Moms watch like what the f*ck has gotten into you
Home invasions now he triggered hearing door knobs
Niggas think they nice with metal talking spark rods
Rearrange ya face and schedule for a nose job
Bitch I'm a team player catching and I'm throwing lobs
What's understood won't get explained we using head nods
Death in the air who ordered smoke the city full of smog
Hungry hell hounds I'm bout to say release the dogs
Eye of the tiger you could see my pupils through the fog
Capture the queen soon as we step off the mothership
Did it just to prove a point this was a power trip
I'm Pegasus in the arena we could let it rip
I ain't doing too much talking I'm a take ya lip
You play a lot then you should probably write f*cking script
Face card you should probably go and tint the whip
Not every lost pup was born with a microchip
And every zip of weed don't got ounce stuffed inside of it
Whoop his ass soon as I open up the can
Ain't worth a damn I heard ya bounty like a hundred grand
Y'all still tryna slide six deep in a sedan
Swiper no swiper mob shit take his hand
If shortie got this shit turnt it must be her jam
If shortie lifting up her skirt she must be a fan
Mark of the beast I'm claiming that it's written on my hand
Back from the dead he had to drown before he ever swam
Get a chin check
Gimme space or get a indent
Let her bag it up where the incense
Cop just to flip money well spent
Anything for some content
Call her forest fire she a hot mess
Bro hellbent but he godsent
It's a team effort then our shit
Don't tempt me
I'm a true God you a demi
One punch man he a dead man got to zip em up like Kenny
Let's dance till we hear the bell sound get em punch drunk I got plenty
Just like him he another clone niggas put the man in many