I be soaring like a eagle All these jokers so feeble Illuminati all on my eyes they be thinking that I'm evil Yeah, I'm switching up the flow G Show them jokers how I roll G Cloud 9, yeah, yeah, I'm cozy I be ballin' like I'm Koby My rolly be moving slowly Ain't no tick tock In the ghost G Yo, b what you saying? Beast super saiyan That Uzi I be sprayin' CoD I be playin' Lil' bro, we miss alot Cops chased you down the block Hand on the clock he was dropped Right on the spot he was shocked Pardon me while I reach the top Lil' bro, I'll get you out the chop Not a time to be a fool We go hard, we the truth We dem boys, they the troops Going hard everytime I'm In the booth Speaking but not for you or you This Is a shout out to the realist bone Get you out them cuffs & bring you home This Is where you belong
Yo, My name Is Zeo Dash & I don't battle rap But I call out all these Motha Fuckers These fake heads... It's Litty Bitch Like a college kid Snap, Crackle, Pop collar Kitty Bitch You're bars are weak & you're face to face with a Rottweiler You're as cool as a popped tire Call me Dilana I'm hot fire Getting bodied on my beat Call the rap police We got a dead MC Shots fired Thieves ain't nothing that I'm scared about Problems man I'll air 'em out Yeah, you got talent but you don't work hard till your ass Is nothing that I care about Building up Flaring out Build 'em up Tear' em down Automatic when I rap, man Watch my back & I'll Molly wop your parents child So don't talk shit on my raps You're fucking lunch I'll snatch dat Call you're nana's house & let her know Zeo Dash just took my snack packs Stuff your wack ass rhymes In you're backpack Before I clap back like a mad dad Cause this rap crap ain't no act This Is the only chance I fucking had Poverty Is probably the only reason I'm proud of me Cuz, Daddy did dope Mama did too Never had a fucking chance But I never left school We were lucky enough that we still had food But I remember the times when we didn't had a roof Living In the car at that parcking lot I'll never forget those fucking nights That's the motivation that keeps me slaying these little purpish fucks that's don't know about Lisa If you do when your real with a fan I'll probably take a chance so I can shake your hand But I don't fuck with fans of Little zan You're too wrapped up In Diazapad Want a face tattoo with a family grant I'll leave you In the fucking gutter cause you're rocking Vans Little bo, Row your boat You can row, row, row my dick In your throat Watch me smile Grab a coke I'll tell you get Fucked bitch Grab a smoke
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4 years later the beat still goes as hard as ever
4 years later too, lol.
Thank you🙏🙏💖
I be soaring like a eagle
All these jokers so feeble
Illuminati all on my eyes they be thinking that I'm evil
Yeah, I'm switching up the flow G
Show them jokers how I roll G
Cloud 9, yeah, yeah, I'm cozy
I be ballin' like I'm Koby
My rolly be moving slowly
Ain't no tick tock In the ghost G
Yo, b what you saying?
Beast super saiyan
That Uzi I be sprayin'
CoD I be playin'
Lil' bro, we miss alot
Cops chased you down the block
Hand on the clock he was dropped
Right on the spot he was shocked
Pardon me while I reach the top
Lil' bro, I'll get you out the chop
Not a time to be a fool
We go hard, we the truth
We dem boys, they the troops
Going hard everytime I'm In the booth
Speaking but not for you or you
This Is a shout out to the realist bone
Get you out them cuffs & bring you home
This Is where you belong
Yo,
My name Is Zeo Dash & I don't battle rap
But I call out all these Motha Fuckers
These fake heads...
It's Litty Bitch
Like a college kid
Snap, Crackle, Pop collar
Kitty Bitch
You're bars are weak
& you're face to face with a Rottweiler
You're as cool as a popped tire
Call me Dilana
I'm hot fire
Getting bodied on my beat
Call the rap police
We got a dead MC
Shots fired
Thieves ain't nothing that I'm scared about
Problems man
I'll air 'em out
Yeah, you got talent but you don't work hard till your ass Is nothing that I care about
Building up
Flaring out
Build 'em up
Tear' em down
Automatic when I rap, man
Watch my back
& I'll Molly wop your parents child
So don't talk shit on my raps
You're fucking lunch
I'll snatch dat
Call you're nana's house & let her know
Zeo Dash just took my snack packs
Stuff your wack ass rhymes In you're backpack
Before I clap back like a mad dad
Cause this rap crap ain't no act
This Is the only chance I fucking had
Poverty Is probably the only reason I'm proud of me
Cuz, Daddy did dope
Mama did too
Never had a fucking chance
But I never left school
We were lucky enough that we still had food
But I remember the times when we didn't had a roof
Living In the car at that parcking lot
I'll never forget those fucking nights
That's the motivation that keeps me slaying these little purpish fucks that's don't know about Lisa
If you do when your real with a fan
I'll probably take a chance so I can shake your hand
But I don't fuck with fans of Little zan
You're too wrapped up In Diazapad
Want a face tattoo with a family grant
I'll leave you In the fucking gutter cause you're rocking Vans
Little bo,
Row your boat
You can row, row, row my dick In your throat
Watch me smile
Grab a coke
I'll tell you get Fucked bitch
Grab a smoke