Dj Kay Slay - Undefeated lyrics

rate me

Ft. Ransom, Jon Connor & Dave East

(Intro)

Twin Productions!

(Verse: Ransom)

All these rap niggas just sendin' threats

Got a nose for the money and _________(?)

Ran enough, couldn't get us high when I spent a check

Big bills, put a brother on like Belichick

Vast second left for the lowlifes

Neighbors neva thought I was a gold mind

Landed in Japan, but a gold mine

How yo chores made a go but you don't shine

I'm a champ, got the belt on my waist

Leave 'em dead, ______(?) my ace

You can tell from my face

I been to hell with no trail of a snake

I been to jail with no bail on my case

Closed curtain, I flow ______(?) the most certain to go earth wind

Two hands and they both hurtin'

I choke serpents, I'm soul surfin', a cold merchant

My food for thought is for those thirstin'

(Verse 2: Jon Connor)

In this mind it ain't no finish line

Finish my business before I finish my sentence

I'm killin' even my witness

Cryin' they feelin' this minute diminished

So fuck the critics

I wanna go down as one of the greatest who ever did it

Eva did what? Spit the whole truth in this booth

I'mma flip niggas showin' 'em how shit will compute

Send shots at me with words? I'm bulletproof

I flow with niggas go to war with words and then they shoot

Fuck it and then they shoot, they shouldn't did it

But homies that held them down said I left there their lil friend

So they load up the .44s, stick a fork in yo lil friend

Consequences when niggas livin' la vida loca

Pretend I hate niggas, snake niggas, fake niggas

'em sweet niggas, cake niggas, wait niggas

I'm my whole different breed like David, Kanye and Bree

The Fly City's on, y'all knowin' the pedigree

(Verse 3: Dave East)

Started with a building, now I want a block

Started on a train, now I want a drop

Dodgin' rain they got umbrellas up in the Ghost

My nigga Snags put me on, now I want a Ghost

My nigga Max so potent, shit, he just wanna float

Know a couple felony niggas and they just wanna vote

Dead broke, winter's up in Harlem, I just want a coat

I don't trust flyin' shit across, I just want a boat

Mami in my ear, she like 'I want some coke'

Lil homies down and beat gettin' more off the dope

U speakin' the foreign language if you talkin' broke

Head shot, head shot, murder was what she wrote

Billie Rose for the hoes, I give 'em all the toasts

Do this shit right here from the projects, nigga, we always broke

Now I play the cover of yo favorite magazine

I can fully understand why these niggas mad at me

Only gets nicer, mic on the cypher, I hit 'er every time

Like a rebel but neva wife her

Beggin' me for that raw shit, pull up on 1 4 5th

Bentleys, Porches, with a thot, that's gorgeous

Just left the jeweler for some rocks, that's flawless

Columbian dinners, talkin' bout business with some bosses

They know that I'mma deliver godly

Toe .9s, I'm from the hood, need that Ferrari