Shaolin Style

Chorus: Young boy, no NBA tho Still Dunk like Jordan, cause I got game yo Actin Hollywood cause I'm shootin' for fame yo Headin' to the top cause you bitches is lame ho Young boy, no NBA tho Still Dunk like Jordan, cause I got game yo Actin Hollywood cause I'm shootin' for fame yo Headin' to the top cause you bitches is lame ho (Verse 1) Coming for gold now I'm on the run-up L Wooood yeah this is the come up Bars so cold they froze the sahara Mind so old, yeah I need to dum up I'm growlin' now, I'm wildin' out Casual, don't need to shout it out Crowding round, louder now? Came with a Clan, call that Shaolin style (Wu Tang) Might as well get fed bamboo Cause you pussies get pandered to I just light the cannon (Boom) Then drop the mic as I flip off the roooom (Who is it?) Flip off the room (Kick that shit) Yeah I kick off on tunes Stop talking about sky is the limit 'Cause you already know that I live on the moon (Chorus) Young boy, no NBA tho Still Dunk like Jordan, cause I got game yo Actin Hollywood cause I'm shootin' for fame yo Headin' to the top cause you bitches is lame ho Packin' my case and I'm movin' away yo I'd say goodbye but you'll see me again tho Actin Hollywood cause I'm shootin' for fame yo Headin' to the top cause you bitches is lame ho (Verse 2) I'm too pacey, Alphonso Davies You couldn't catch me, let alone chase me Straight out the gates with my rhymes and I'm racing We ain't the same, double time and I'm blazing Usain with the speed it's amazing (Bolt) DMC when I run, hell raising (Oh) If I run out of beat, no problem Just rewind the tape like the 80s --- I said like the 80s The tape rewinds Got so many bars but I'm sipping fine wines Hit up the club's n I'm skipping by lines Then I sit back, relax, taking my time Disposable notes from the cash that I'm makin Beats getting fried like rashers of bacon You can't be me we know that you're faking You can't beat me on a track 'cause I'm dangerous Beats kick in n they wicked! Big bass I come with it! When the boys ask you to control the aux you know this the shit that you pickin' Beats kick in n they wicked! Big bass I come with it! When the boys ask you to control the aux you know this the shit that you pickin', listen (Chorus) Young boy, no NBA tho Still Dunk like Jordan, cause I got game yo Actin Hollywood cause I'm shootin' for fame yo Headin' to the top cause you bitches is lame ho Packin' my case and I'm movin' away yo I'd say goodbye but you'll see me again tho Actin Hollywood cause I'm shootin' for fame yo Headin' to the top cause you bitches is lame ho (Verse 3 *half verse*) I'm movin' too quick, you couldn't mark me I'm actin Whalberg, I ain't Marky I'm leavin' my mark like a Sharpie Y'all can shoot for the king y'can't harm me (No Way) I'm an alien, like superman No kryptonite, cause I'm through with that 1st single; homerun, then I threw the bat Now I'm advising you to stay back When I'm rhymin' cause I'm to good at't You're like Elmer Fudd try and shoot the rabbit But I'm too agile so I'm just laughin' Used to be lazy then I stomped the habit I ain't gonna stop till I'm livin lavish Danger on the beat, I been causing damage See my opportunity and grab it See my opportunity and grab itttt..