Sporting Life - RATKING

Explode these streets you know its me

Not from my face but you know its me

Trust me you gonna see you gotta see

Gotta be doing what I gotta do solemnly

Drinking make it obvious don’t do it obviously

Following me hopefully you following me

Every ounce of my ways is the sound of the train

Seems like looting when producing all these pounds and these waves

And it only exist for the homies that spit

The cypher live at nights and still you ain’t owing me shit

Fuck the industry

I’m about the holiest bitch shittiest angel gansta that talk with the rosiest

pitch

Holy moly you don’t know me yet you know I’m a mix

(?) San Juan the devil not handsome

Rebel no hand guns settle for hands son

Regrettable and fun and dumb

Erected in New York elected the damn don

(Hook)

Blink and its on, blink, blink, blink and its on

Baby what you think that I’m on

Get off my dick, nah

Master of Ceremonies might carry ya

Train keep me warm at the brink of a storm

Brought hype shit all type spit (spic)

I’m fire like a dragon buy I’m retired from fairy tales

Trying to get my city back y’all

Yous just a cheddar chaser only kids getting paper

Roll at a better pacer

Letter Racer

And beef I Made the street sign

Dumb herb from the suburbs get your dreams dropped

Hi herb I heard you guys learn to rhyme words

But its my turn to do shit on my terms

Every decision I make I make when I’m swerved

Heres five words «Hey Welcome To My Church»

Where all the money you donate goes to buy perps

And to get a rise from wire ladder to crime curve

We’re really a criminal enterprise sure

But if you talk you’ll take a big bite of a nice curb

But I’ll take you’re wallet what about a metro swipes worth

Hit the 1 line cities bloodline slack sometimes

What’d you expect get the express

Try my best not to let it get under my flesh

Inside my head up in my chest

I cough it up and whats left a puddle of piss is coming up next

So the only thing that puzzles my head

Blink and its on, blink, blink, blink and its on

Baby what you think that I’m on

Get off my dick, nah

Master of Ceremonies might carry ya

Train keep me warm at the brink of a storm

Brought hype shit all type spit (spic)

I’m fire like a dragon buy I’m retired from fairy tales

Trying to get my city back y’all