Crash Course

Crash course crash course, crash
You say you fly but you about to fall
Crash course crash course, crash
What you done, i done did it all
Crash course crash course, crash
You say you at the top but you boutta drown
Crash course crash course, crash
When we turn up, you know it’s going down
Hmm, so sick (crazy)
Everybody tryna blow quick (lately)
Silly rappers drop a whole body of work
Without a single thousand naira to promote it
When you realize life ain’t a bed of roses
You, divide the rules, Moses
A battery composed of different opposites
I wanted a powerful track so i brought the whole clique
Your fave rapper on the gram he tryna promote dick
If i ain’t in the booth, i be feeling homesick
I pour a couple doses and then i take a slow sip
I wrote this in the studio with explosives
Hmm out of like a milli i chose to be the opponent (stop)
My minimal flows can beat the capones of music
So i suppose i’m getting so close to being the illest
No matter what life throws, i’m prone to dodge it (stop) ahh
Came into the game without handouts
Really had to work it with the man now
Never for a second did i back down
Shit is really funny i’m blowing fire on the clouds now
Niggas that be copying my moves
It’s cool i’m inspiring the youth
Numero uno with the vibe and a deuce
And these rappers are shook i shook poverty too
Now it’s king blaq coming for the niggas at the top
Niggas unlooking anytime that i drop
They don’t want no problems they scared they gonna flop
Hit me up anytime, my DM is never locked
Even put my number on the cypher
After i did a number on the cypher
Came back dropped bangers and bangers
It’s not a crash course, should be studied in Stanford
Crash course crash course, crash
You say you fly but you about to fall
Crash course crash course, crash
What you done, i done did it all
Crash course crash course, crash
You say you at the top but you boutta drown
Crash course crash course, crash
When we turn up, you know it’s going down
Okay boys, take your hats off
A god is speaking
You wan turn boss but you no wan carry that cross
And exorcise your demons
You want all the smoke on Twitter but you mad soft
Like a soaked Kleenex
These niggas got whole blood banks of bad blood
Muh’fuckas you need Jesus
(You need Jesus, bro!)
Brother, you don’t want problems don’t let your boys gas you up oh
Brother, lemme catch you up
Niggas ask me all day
How did you become a one-man task force?
Eleven years, this ain’t no crash course
Pulling no punches, fuck a hand glove
And miss me with the smack talk
Ojini
Hardbody I might act soft
I’m a Don so approach with your hats off
I’m the nicest
Still riding with no license and running from the task force
Need a doctor, he flowing like he Eminem
Niggas sweet imma chew ‘em like they M & Ms
The whip fly when they see it bet they getting in
She don’t love me but the logo on emblem
I’m high baby don’t consider sobriety
Old dog Kane a menace to the society
Know these niggas admire me cuz I see the anxiety
Everytime I pull up at shows and they beside of me
But you know I stay calm and collective
With a rock or a charm on the necklace
Going ham on these records
None flyer, you can tell that’s that
It’s your man Corleone for the homie Abstraktt ahn
Crash course crash course, crash
You say you fly but you about to fall
Crash course crash course, crash
What you done, i done did it all
Crash course crash course, crash
You say you at the top but you boutta drown
Crash course crash course, crash
When we turn up, you know it’s going down