letra de the spider-man theory - steve cantrell
[intro]
[verse 1: steve cantrell]
can’t a short n-gga make money anymore
rappers sweet nowadays straight honey to the core
never know what they be plotting on ‘ya for
when you see a little money, sneak disses at ‘ya door
n-ggas talkin’, but they ain’t really saying much
but then again i can’t really say i gave a f-ck
ymfm, n-gga that’s the team
couldn’t last a day in the st-tching in our jeans
talkin’ sh-t and showing off’s what i love to do
when they claim that they’re the best, always under prove
i get a kick out of embarrasin’ these n-ggas
whether rappin’ or the fashion’ they ain’t lastin’ with a n-gga
curly head n-gga with a dope chick
way badder than my last n-gga no sh-t
jordan boxes to the ceiling every feature, n-gga i’m k!llin’
boy you’re cool with it, i’m rude with it, you’re chef n-gga i’m timmy
turn me up i’m rollin’, my n-ggas on that potion
they be gettin’ faded, kushed up, they’re blowin’
they be on that loud, but you? we don’t even notice
i be spittin’ rounds, you n-ggas just super soakers
[beat break]
[verse 2: steve cantrell]
it’s so r-t-rded ain’t it? i got my jordan 6’s on guess i’m ballin’ ain’t i?
camo snapback, dressed in all black guess i’m mobbin’ ain’t i?
my girl told me get my grind on, guess i’ll call her later
i’m just a young n-gga dressed in leopard i’m beastin’ b-tch
the way i murder every show is some illegal sh-t
she say she never f-cked the crew, we ain’t believing it
she on her knees in front of five i guess she plead the fifth, i never seen the b-tch
hold on, wait, on to some other sh-t
heating up, if you ‘gon handle me ‘gon need some oven mits
shout out to my publicist, even though she don’t exist
every time i drop i give ’em something they ain’t f-cking with
[beat break]
[verse 3: steve cantrell]
ridin’ round and i’m gettin’ it if i got it then i’m spendin’
double cups and doobies, you ain’t puttin’ in you ain’t hittin’
that’s word to my n-ggas though, whoo kid we ain’t finished though
they just tweet about it, f-ck instagram we live this dope
my n-ggas get higher than a b-tch
we know they be actin’ but i ain’t lyin’ i’m the sh-t
what it do? every verse, i be ridin’ out the clip
get the agreement and my name so i can sign by the sh-t
[outro]
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