Hopsin - Simon Says (Freestyle) lyrics
[Hopsin - Simon Says Freestyle lyrics]
Yeah, niggas better lay low
I swear this ain't no game bro
Asking for blessings won't prevent you
From being preyed on
See I ain't underground or commercial
I'm in the grey zone i had bars back when
Verizon was making payphones
Niggas say that Hop fell
Off, I'm yelling "How, stupid?"
Y'all ain't never eating but
Verbally making bowel movements better bow
You in the presence of wild 'coon shit
Fuck y'all
You gave me the mic knowing I'll lose it
My style's too sick
Boy I've been programmed with pro raps
All these niggas' tinder as fuck
But still no match
I'm a nice guy but when I'm
In front of the notepad
Let's fuck it, dawg, off with his head
Shit it'll grow back
How you claim to be ill when your
Career ain't never seen a sequel
Niggas ain't playing you in they Beats Pill
I could touch lives through the speaker
3D skills
Stop it boy, I'm on a roll like TV film
I remember niggas didn't fuck with me, dawg
The tables turned, now we're even, damn
What are the odds? There must be a God
You fuck with the ugliest broads
Your hands out
It better be for a lovely applause
Otherwise do not bother
Undercover Prodigy, how could I not prosper?
I am the godfather, style's beyond proper
Fuck you little lame ass wannabe Hop
Bloggers mooching off Hop's dollars
You niggas ain't shit
You wish you were shot callers
So y'all can get fucked like
I do at massage parlors
I'm in and out the Matrix
Shit I utilize both
The Grim reaper, you and I know
Will you survive? No
Once these wack MCs find out I crucify souls
They'll be calling the number
On Logic's suicide song
I swear this ain't no game bro
Asking for blessings won't prevent you
From being preyed on
See I ain't underground or commercial
I'm in the grey zone i had bars back when
Verizon was making payphones
Niggas say that Hop fell
Off, I'm yelling "How, stupid?"
Y'all ain't never eating but
Verbally making bowel movements better bow
You in the presence of wild 'coon shit
Fuck y'all
You gave me the mic knowing I'll lose it
My style's too sick
Boy I've been programmed with pro raps
All these niggas' tinder as fuck
But still no match
I'm a nice guy but when I'm
In front of the notepad
Let's fuck it, dawg, off with his head
Shit it'll grow back
How you claim to be ill when your
Career ain't never seen a sequel
Niggas ain't playing you in they Beats Pill
I could touch lives through the speaker
3D skills
Stop it boy, I'm on a roll like TV film
I remember niggas didn't fuck with me, dawg
The tables turned, now we're even, damn
What are the odds? There must be a God
You fuck with the ugliest broads
Your hands out
It better be for a lovely applause
Otherwise do not bother
Undercover Prodigy, how could I not prosper?
I am the godfather, style's beyond proper
Fuck you little lame ass wannabe Hop
Bloggers mooching off Hop's dollars
You niggas ain't shit
You wish you were shot callers
So y'all can get fucked like
I do at massage parlors
I'm in and out the Matrix
Shit I utilize both
The Grim reaper, you and I know
Will you survive? No
Once these wack MCs find out I crucify souls
They'll be calling the number
On Logic's suicide song