Ikey - Green Card lyrics

rate me

Look, once again, here they call me Ikey

I’ve been to flies, looking so fly from the snack back down to the Nikes

Wish you’d do or try me mad ‘cause I’m type …

I don’t like a dowry chronicles ‘cause, they hold on me, lining

A young radical, money flip mathematical, never irrational

Gone from New York to Malibu, I ally you

Till my niggas stop for who would body you

Bring a pair with no Tylenol, stay focused, no Adderall

Back at it yo, a couple hoes, no Santa Claus

One verse will fuck up your whole catalogue

Spin hell of those, going really raw

I got these white rappers feeling like old women on menopause

Rap pre-Madonna blowing marijuana

Rappers bite like piranhas ‘cause my kick get …

I also fly vagina, a mixture of Rihanna and Madonna

That blow your brains out like Nirvana

Well keep the secret, my music coming through the speakers

I keep the cleaners, I’m serving niggas like subpoenas

Fly jeans, so fly sneakers, like show that arenas

Niggas shopping at Newman’s while my people still screaming

Yeah, they try and battle me, niggas try to rattle me

Dudes still dying in the hood, it’s such a tragedy

Still broke as a joke, clothes looking raggedy, no salary

Got me conservative like Sean Hannity

They try to knock me, these Nazis trying to take shots

Like paparazzi thinking that they could stop me

But I’m so spectacular, talking different vernacular

So fly you couldn’t even swap me with a spatula

Fly bachelor up in the …with the chick with the fattest but

I smash ‘em up when I’m done I pass the blunt

Had enough, let you know I could spit for days

Spit soufflé that turns chickens to chick file

Lyrical sensei, all my words sharper than a switch blade

Get you through your age you can fill up in your

A young captain straight out of Maryland

Each ball laced with lyrical accelerant

I’m better than these irrelevant veterans

You’re JV to a Letterman, you got me on the door screaming let me in

I’ve seen scrambling rappers, I’m mad handling

Mad ‘cause I’m flyer than a Bronx brother mannequin

Mess with me? See the dark side like you Anakin

Take them to church, no Vatican, no time for shenanigans

Just a young nigga here spitting with a sick flow

Shit, I probably fuck your bitch, though

I’m on that, still throwing that,

Still spitting shit you can’t decipher in a cipher

So keep it moving like a u hall Rudolph

‘Cause we’re not to be fucked with, no blue ball

I’m just a young addict, sucking cabbage and cats

I’m living lavish up your past

These big faces, I gotta have ‘em

I’m so unruly, taste cheese like Ratatouille

From the land where they bust down hammers like Judge Judy

So fuck it, I’m sipping Champagne by the bucket

Only squares in my circle, it’s on to Louis luggage

Shit, I’m working hard until I get my dream car

Only thing missing – my green card