Notoriious T.A.Y - Project #51 (feat. Adrianos) Lyrics

Mix Ciroc up in my cup and add a shot of Henny
Fill my cup up to the brim don't give a f*ck there's plenty
Niggas dripped up in designer, Prada, Gucci, Fendi
If odds is stacked up against me I'm breaking down the ceiling
Flow so cold gotta get it, my chips all up in position
They hating f*ck they opinion, take shots aim with precision
Run it back, the game they tripping
That's fact, really came from the trenches
Niggas cap cause they want some attention
Yes in fact, getting slain from the things they be saying nigga
I really gotta grind, gotta get it right
Walk a mile tryna get behind, cross the finish line
Niggas rhyme gotta get a dime, fiddle with some lines
And they hate on the boy, tryna be my demise
Look alive, niggas finna die, tell it by they eyes
Homicide why they look surprised, they cannot provide
Do or die, do it for your life, shorty gonna ride
Niggas know that it's time for the boy he gon fly damn
I gotta feeling niggas f*cking with it
Get a couple nunchucks, I'm chucking nuns at the f*cking ceiling
Shit is in my veins, got me overdosing on penicillin
Pen is feeling worn out from all the shit that this pen is killing
Shit is sickening
Bro
They been tryna comprehend all the shit that I'm talking let's see just how fast I can
Go
I been tryna make amends for the heat that I made in the studio one week
Ago
Niggas coming with the same competition, they sounding the same
They don't sound like my
Flow
Me and Adrianos killing these Vatos, we gotta relax and we
Know
Woah, they cannot stop me, I'm swinging like Rocky, they cooked like tilapia
Got it no problem, these niggas be talking I really kill shit its a hobby, I
Be going insane and I'm killing them all and the beat it be looking like columbine
187, I murdered these niggas, they had to go rule it a homicide
I gotta feeling niggas f*cking with it
Get a couple nunchucks, I'm chucking nuns at the f*cking ceiling
Shit is in my veins, got me overdosing on penicillin
Pen is feeling worn out from all the shit that this pen is killing
Shit is sickening
I be rockin' on the beat I make them youngins panic
You know they feel the flow I throw I leave em shocked like static
And if I'm on a beat I murdered it so call it tragic
And they ain't got no imagination they too pragmatic
Hit em with a black Mac, and it's cooked back in my back pack
Then I pull the trigger, and I gotta go and let it go
Yeah they wanna be it but they never gonna see it
And they always get offended but I really gotta let em know
That they be rockin', they be rockin' with that bad one
This Adrianos, got them soned like they my grandson
I'm really bout ta rock, really bout ta rock
With a shot, then a sicker shot, till I'm bout ta pop
With a Glock that I really got from a gunshop
With a pop and another pop till the body's drop
On the block and the new block, in it with the block
Till I climb to the very top I ain't gonna drop
Said I climb to the very top I ain't gonna drop
Yeah I climb to the very top I ain't gonna, I ain't gonna
Really think I murdered the beat
And I murdered with heat
And we talk about life with the birds and the bees
When they say my name I don't know who is he
That's cool, that's fine cause they all bout ta see
Ima cut so deep and they all bout ta bleed
Flow so smooth, slip and slide on the beat
When they hear my verse, like yo who is he
Then they gotta hear again, like yo does he breathe
I gotta feeling niggas f*cking with it
Get a couple nunchucks, I'm chucking nuns at the f*cking ceiling
Shit is in my veins, got me overdosing on penicillin
Pen is feeling worn out from all the shit that this pen is killing
Shit is sickening