SANDMAN

SANDMAN - Gone Hollywood lyrics

rate me

Yeah, yeah, game on!

Word on the street is niggas don’t fuck with me

That ain’t no secret!

The great Van Vince said they hate… one

Approach me with your drama I turn to Geoffrey drama

I get behind it, my mind sick, gets like my mind slick

And my palms for pretty pistols let me buy shit.

Jimmy Neutron, that’s my man, the latex monster

We’re timing time we bomb shit

Killing … and the responses

I rhyme sick, on the mic, we are nothing to like.

You niggas stumble and fright,

Stumble and bite, fumble and light

I took the act to your lowest points

You know you ask niggas what’s the point

Anyhow, we’re Jimmy Chao, she show me out

And it get a while, she wasted now

You’re hating …

Shots blow and gyms on

Crack the chrome on your rim

You’re with your way, we get down on your end

Ain’t no postponing my win

I’m holding on ya and win

I say, go barging in!

I blow a bone at your skin, and watch it blow in the wind!

If shit get that drastic, give them my new casket

Well known pass to all …

Either way, which have you?

I’m in my zone, leave me alone, it’s all I ask you!

Never be clone, when I am gone, you lost the master!

On microphones my love is shown, is like I have to!

Bust rhymes like the OG do

I sing with it, it’s the OG flow

I’ll be legit, believe in bricks

And let you get the shoulder up the stick…

And disgust like niggas spit on the short yellow bus

Like niggas never read to spelling B on finest class

Dummies won’t see it coming when I bomb their ass

Bombs away, bodies laid, get the body back

It’s only body parts, where the body’s at?

Fuck the question, learn the lesson, I’m nasty

Your favorite MC, I’m trashing

You’re never are rappening

You niggas definition will wreck me

Trash rap both if you ask me (ask me, ask me)

Trash it, trash it!

Nothing nice my whole life, I would write the whole night

Kill inside for so high, the pro type!

Fuck a B nigga, just go tight

No sequence, see four bars, explode minds

Yo niggas is ass bone, like I beat your rap bone

Contaminating the game, you bun niggas with chains

Do tell, you jewels make you ill?

Is that right? Your swag can’t compensate for skill?

Go head then! Jump into this rain I’m in

I’mma hit you with this pain I’m in

I’m so ill, you… I’m a concrete staining your scale

Drag all on the curb for your…

Not tonight in the… I ain’t passing no herb!

Is backwards to the facial…

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