Child Rebel Soldier - Don’t Stop! lyrics

Ugh, what

Explain yourself, how you sound like me?
The motherfucking Skateboard P
Knowing that you're Milo
Playing games like Cee-lo
In a tight situation like speedos
You can have it your way like Carlito
My niggas would be happy
To give y'all torpedoes
And have your car twisted like a blunt
For you faggot-ass niggas that like to front
I'm on some BBC Bape shit
I'm on some cake shit
In the kitchen with the heat
Making beats in my apron
You hating and you want to erase it
Close your eyes when you know
You can't take it
My flow interrupts your homeostasis
I Rolls-Royce it on a regular basis
You talk street shit
It sound like sweet shit
Straight licorice, you niggas sound ticklish
80K large for the Hermès dream
Purple croc in all your magazines
Hunger strike yourself, look like Céline
Dion, me and my niggas like Freon
Your bitch is on my pecan
She got an ass you can eat on
Try to play tough like the
Leather on a Vuitton
I hit it 'til I could seat on
Tryna get her freak on
Ask me to R kelly ya and get peed on
I said, "That ain't me, ma"
That eight behind me still got the burner
Yes, the Enzo is still black like Sojourner
Truth, I might have just loosened a tooth
Spitting what I did in the booth, I'm out
Poof

Carrera, raised in the Teenage
Mutant Ninja Turtle era
Water-bearer tell the truth, I dare you
You lie, so eat this whole bottle
Of these jalapeño peppers
For terror made in America too live
Fuck the property or give
Me my props properly
High off life, this high technology, DeVry
I rep Muhammad Ali, more like rap-ology
My policy's not to be dishonestly deprived
So gimme that, gimme that
Keep God where my city at
I'm like Steak With Fries but never died
They wanna Ghostface, wanna be me
But they will post haste follow
Me into the afterlife
That means you going right after I've
But I'm the hero, sorta like Jack Sparrow
So some way, somehow, I have survived
Ha, ha, surprised?
Who is he that we see coming over the tides?
In a speed boat, boatload of pride
Fall of Rome
Dress-shirted and mastermind tie
He what happens when rapping and
Avant garde fashion collides
OMG, it's the C from the CRS
LOL-ing at you haters, tell your BFFs like

Yes, Mr west, turn that new Child Rebel
Loud as a badass child level
Who need a chorus? We do it Tyrannosaurus
Tyrone, it's been a year with no phone
Could you explain how high is your zone?
We'll take the plane, rub his nose in cocaine
There's hoes in magazines you
Layin' saying you're lame
And for the hate in advance
Pull down your pants
Make 'em kiss both cheeks like
We living in France
Diamonds blue, his business manager's Jewish
And if I get sued, my lawyers Jews
Some girls do grab the cojones
Say, "You got enough diamonds to
At least Sierra loan us"
Brand new Ferraris, I gotta make the donuts
CRS is like a hip-hop Christmas bonus
Niggas is hating on the internet
I couldn't tell
I was too busy rapping GOOD as hell
I was too busy flying, parasail
To Colette to get the new
Shit that Paris sell
Tarantino, Da Vinci, getting Benjis
Get half-off at Fendi
Half of that's to Cindy's
Hopped out the spaceship
Put my Mork in Mindy
Popped too many corks to let
You dorks offend me
Props in New York but Chi Town's the city
Get my groupie hoochies Gucci
Monica Belluccis
Are those the real millionaires
Or the bendies?
I'm so ultra, I'm even over Oprah
But let me check your account, haha, no sir