ill spittas (rich as fuck instrumental) - simon brathwaite lyrics
simon brathwaite (verse 1)
unhh spit like ima big man
left you in the dust no right hand
no mgm but we is grand
and no b—- n—– in the clan
dats b-gang we important
you new to rap like a tourist
you keep getting more boring
but my words keep on pouring
its strong b on the beat
locked in the game like a car key
rap so r-t-rded
i always leave a mark no sharpie
n—– always tryna start me
but i’m in ignition neva parking
you mad tight like an apartment
u just like a dog, stop barking
i’m spittin ill, imma ill spitter
f— you, middle finga
shooting up the beats, dats a trigga finga
feasting on the beats, call it dinner
spit game is so vital
the rap game’s like survival
i got the t-tle
no more walking on the tight rope
i speeding past like a cheetah
kick b—- n—– away no fifa
my life’s full of leisure
and i’m heating up like a heater
its strong don’t forget the name
im coming straight for the money and the fame
and that’s simon
(hook)
look at yo rank…. ours is bigger
uh uh uh all my n—– is ill spittas
all my n—– is ill spittas
all all my n—– is ill spittas
look at yo rank….. ours is bigger
all my n—— is ill spittas
all my n—— is ill spittas
uh all my n—– is ill spittas
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