Ham Sandwich (USA)
I Got That
[Cata]
When I jumped in the game I didn't ask for this
Got promoters on the line to pay and share my shit
Life like a cheat code, didn't enter it
Either way, hack or not, got randoms pissed
I'm ballin' on the streets, I got that heat
You're sitting behind bars 'cause you're a deadbeat
All I do has layers, come help me unpack
Look at that, I fucked up and came back
Crazy how I beat up with the whole crew, got it
If you wanna get it I'mma leave you nada
Son you so hard I'm turnin' up on your momma
Got a godlike flow, they don't pray to the Brahma
Ay, roll the clip and spray it like crops
Give me a lead role, I'm causin' the drama
Yung Mower on the track, I'mma cut fools down
Ya foldin' like Poker, Crazy Eights in town
Every verse more nutty, just pass 'em around
I'mma steal ya bitch, and leave you in the ground
When it comes to this game you're a little shit
You're like Melman, you got a long neck, and you're a big bitch
Don't retaliate, you can't fight the truth
The only thing you've done is fuck up your own youth
I'm royal, this the emperor's new groove
And now you in the toilet cause you're just P2
[Ham Sandwich]
I'm rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling in the Coup
I'm floating floating floating like a cracker in the soup
I'm balling balling balling balling balling how I shoot
You crawling crawling crawling on your stomach like a newt
Now please, get on your knees, you can't step to royalty
You got no clout, my wrist on freeze, check my steeze
My neck so clean and my queen pristine
I don't need to prove myself to a peon
So much ice, you can call me Leon
Put on myself, but you'll never be on
Ham Sandwich empire lasts for eooooooons
I'm sure
Still going up, like a suicide door
In the penthouse, you stuck on the ground floor
Stack it up then I recount, call me Al Gore
Big green? I got that
I shoot for real, but your guns cap
This potential is still untapped
But your story is about to fade to black