Mike Godwin - Suburbanite (BOBBY Remix) [Prod. 6ix] (I Have Some Opinions)

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

From your lips comes this bottom of the barrel shit, you think I'm scared but you steady spitting sterile piss. I caused more shootings than Marilyn, if you need any proof klick clack bang there it is. You unaware of everybody that can body you, can't be scared when your whole crew embodys fools. I ain't scared I ain't hiding where the burner is, I tell you reach for it you only give a nervous twitch. You got me feeling like I been the greatest, cause by comparison you're Frenchie while I fucking Willie Mayes it. So amazing just to see how you're inflated, you're a product that every label has started mass making. You're at a level I was before I started, this ain't my A shit you're a fucking practice target. Your shit ain't even worth a half off marking, if you paid people to listen it still wouldn't be a bargain. In the winter hit 'em with the fucking myth again, shoot 'em up like they was on the wrong side of Michigan. These fuckers tired they collectively are Michelin, they don't even wanna rap well what's your motherfucking mission then? The ammunition went missing up in these bitches men, in the kitchen making dishes of the spinach then. Unbothered and raised without ambition, if you snitching don't even worry cause we do our own stitching. I've turned a couple thugs into thuds with the help of some height, let's just say they ain't make it home for supper that night. That's precisely right they was wrong for the life, they ain't know who they were just who they wanted to be like. But emulation only get you so far, just wait a couple months and they'll see you for who you are. A guy who couldn't pull the trigger if you let him, hands cuffs tied down hell you could even bet him.

[Verse 2]

Paul's the walrus me I made a living as the tall kid, a national treasure like Nick Aldis. Flowing like a mako glowing in plain clothes, probably busy doing all the blow like Conseco. Aye bro I made those take ankles like Angle, break my fucking neck and add a comma to the payroll. Rock a body like I'm Ian Riccaboni, doing slap a cop karate as I'm posted by the lobby pointing barrels out the shotty. Bumping Poppy while humping hotties, who busy with the fucking molly sucking salami. Looney Luna in tune with the shooters, while I'm puffing hookahs with Buddha and the Great fucking Muta. You's a koopa I'm Bowser I come through you cower, it was me all along I'm the higher fucking power. Aw son of a bitch I point a gun at a snitch, I ain't fucking your bitch just got my tongue in her clit. Probably catch me with the flip phone girls want me to sing for 'em, they record the shit and then turn me into a ringtone. Yo bro I been dope ballin' like Tebow, all my day's with double A's I'm starting to feel below. The weather whether you think it matters or not, swing it batter and bop what's on the platter and pop. And everything you know is better least it's better or not, I got the veteran top to make cheddar and jot. Everything that I heard I write it word for word, and yeah I swerve the purse if I don't like what occurred. And I murked the perc insert the dirt in her, the jerk is perf I'm no worse than Skynyrd. Yes mate I'm an RFA drop the tape, no need to compensate when you flake. Like you do most are liable to stand up, man up get some boys then you can fan up.

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