Tanya Morgan, Ilyas Mao - Filthiest aka LESSLOWWITT!! lyrics

Niggas I tought would be know
What this is tough nah, like for real man
I ain't gotta to explain that
Shit to nobody man

Gotta voice and I’mma use it
My nigga told me choose a
Side, pick one, have not have some
What have I become? lord have mercy
Ths starving artist shit is
Played hungry and thirsty
We’re not worthy, my bad you ain’t
Whatever I wanna do, I can, you can’t
"Wasn’t it one more of you?
Damn what’s dude’s name?"
Fuck, I’m drawing a blank um

Ilyas, really I'm still part of the familia
Girls scream my name like I'm Beetlejuice
"Will you be my Lydia?"
I pity I'm not digging you, out
Then getting rid of you, now
I'd rather catch a nap
Than chance catching chlamydia
Not trying to be the riddler
But, I would love if you would leave me
Alone when I'm on the microphone
Don't try to critique me
Just greet me, with a welcoming ear
We’ll always be out front
But our peers are welcome to their rear
Hear cheers

More rapping about rap from the morgans
Somewhere posted where I'm the one foreign
Talking to one of the queens daughters
She was like "I'd pay a milli to
See you work in them close quarters
In the middle of bed stuy
Writing rhymes spitting fly
Same city where Talib spoke of getting by"
I replied homes where I carry it
Whether I'm out in Farragut
Or rocking pro tools at the Marriott

I’m tryna be great, living out a suitcase
Same show, different stage barely even know
What day it is but, I know my fee
And I know if I don’t see
It then they won’t see me
A punk promoter get the poker? What up Steve
You’re never broke if they owe
You? Word up?! please, i digress
I’m chillin' at the crib baking chicken
Waiting on my next shipment
Adidas or Rocksmith bitch

And the chickens always bitching
'Cause we itching to get missing
'Cause my mission was get friction
With addiction switch positions
Nope no kissing
Now I'm living very different
No religion but I've given up the life
I lived inside that mental prison
Third eye vision
Now I've risen higher Elijah
Messiah, he firey like a dragon
Until I retire, I'm not bragging
Speaking truth to you oompah loomps
Scoop you up with a pooper scoop
Remember TM will always be that super group

While the rest of y'all still
Hating on the south
I was at the waffle house
With the red carpet out
All-star breakfast, gone off plenty gin
Nah I'm past 21, old enough to get it in
I'm like Jada first bar off of Benjamins
Even with niggas rapping over me
I'm eyeing my groceries
Making eggs while she fixing her hosiery
You niggas is ctrl + c
So how you think you gon' compete?

Swerving through San Fran
Listening to Sandman
Tryna find a spot where we can
Post and park the tour van
Cop a pair of newer vans
Grab some grub and wi-fi
Treat a nigga city like his
Crib and just slide by
Scrolling through my timeline for side
Eye or high fives
To find out I got recognized off in Five Guys
Crazy ain’t it
My life? now wait a second while i
Transform from superstar to ordinary voilà

Haha, abracadabra
Laugh at you rappers backhand
Slapping you backwards
Nothing after this chapter my man
The aftermath is like Japan
Soundwaves crashing your land
Your mami tsunami’d on my salami
I do what I can
You compressed concentrated booty ass
In a can ask the genie in the bottle 'bout
The bird in my hand
I flip 2 to the Bush, middle finger sex
Fuck you twice come menage with disrespect

No identity crisis
This ain't a concept this is my real life
Which has had it's own hurdles
Trying to get off of Myrtle
And get it off me
The hood will have you thinking you
Don't deserve what you need
I'm ready to look out of
My window and see trees
And if that ain't Funny to you
We share the same dream
Fuck going to the incinerator
And seeing fiends
I'm coming after my things and
Bringing the whole team lessondary!

Alright, ok ok, let's slow it
Alright, ok ok, let's slow it