Deph Naught - Lemme Go lyrics

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Feat. Royce Da 5’9, Crooked I & Deph Naught & Zawles

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]

Nickel nine who rap Live’r, never that

Riding, with a bitch and my battery in the back

And for that, she asked “why?” and

Her Tops getting pulled over modem to black drivers

While I shine, chrome? , and I wax tire’s

Picture that!

The car fast it’s cleaner than Mother Mary

It’s heating your whole class like culinary

Pick up your jaw from the floor I’m another scary

Cuz’ I do more than just oven carry

I make your ass look like you’ve been bobbing for apples in a tub of berries

Ain’t no motherfucking hoes here

Except the ones y’all be paying like a toll fare

My style’s like a watched project:

You heard about it, you read about it but you don’t wanna’ just go there

Yeah, I’m on some different shit when I press this pencil against this paper

I guess it’s just my wicked nickel nature

[Hook: Zawles]

Well I’ve been dying to get my voice heard up

On these streets, give me some shine and I’m starring the show

And I’ve been blind to all the hate, haters try to show me

I’m Deph to the Naughts, ain’t hearing no

Step back and let me go, go

Go let me go, go, (x8)

Go let me

[Verse 2: Crooked I]

I’m an original criminal in my lyrical pinnacle

Show me an identical rapper I scalp ‘em as quick as a

Seminal Indian, give me an obvious reason

To body a heathen, to shotty a squeezing, I’m out of your league

Out of your region. Out of your reach, pushing X

Like I’m from BMX, I’m Malcolm and Meech

How do you speak to an animal? Beast, I only cypher with producers

I battle these beats, the cannibal eats

Whatever’s trynna’ cypff with me

Til’ I’m on top of the game, right where that snipers be

I gotta license to kill, so if you see me shoot

Jordan and Tyson chill, I’m only murdering every mic I see

I’m the realest, rich as Willis, I could beat a drum and

Nobody rides for free, so I keep the meter runnin’

Nine loaded (Yes), C.O.B. is gunnin’

Blindfolded (Sex), they never seen us cummin’

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Deph Naught]

I thought I told ya’, ball with him all you get crossed over

Thought he was hot? (Fuck ‘em!) the sodomy starts over

When Nickel and Naught gots to recording these harsh vocals

Rolled through the park, and got on a crooked I’s shoulders

Motion the ten broads thats over there on over

Slit all they throats, Throw em, and Chuckle with Ron Goldman

Oh he’s a Twat. What a ridiculous thought process

Wanna’ be me? Swallow some bleach and cream soda!!

Lawdy! I’m the shit and I ain’t tryning to explain it

A homicidal violent child dying to escape and

I’m saying you couldn’t make him be quiet if you was placin’

His brain in a vase made of uranium to contain it

The zaniest (Sweet goodness!), Flyin’ down isle three

With a bottle of lube, Cialis and mild sauce. Please

Come lick on the dick (Slurp), You rappers should try and not speak

I lit a cigarette, it means goodbye bitch, peace. (Fuck outta’ here!)

I’m here now (Cheese!), a Picture’d be great

This game is a bitch and I’m a trick that’s insisting we date

Labels and A&Rs, for some reason they looking at me funny

(Why?) “Degrassi?, eighteen??, white!?? MMM, MONEY!!!”

(Mister Deph!) Dammit, you better off tryna’ take Hellen Keller

Down to your cellar and start yelling her name -

I don’t hear your haters hatin’. Zawles come out and say it

Drake, I’m ’bout to make it, make way for the next generation (Ra!)

[Hook]