Trade Deadline - Sy Ari Da Kid

I can’t breathe again, demand seasoning

The man’s reachin', I’m so cold like Pam and Gina friend

Yo, Angelina Jolie can fulfill my fantasy and then

I plant my seed and then stay and leave it in and even when

Her man creepin' in, I say, «Fam, leave» again

While my hand see his chin, goddamn, seek revenge

And I’m antsy to win, like it’s ants in my pants

Gotta tan wheat the Timbs, she gon' blow the King like

Lance Stephenson, pause, fam speak again, nah

It can’t be the end, even my nigga Marcus said

«I can’t be your friend», ha

Get it?

Marcus Camby can’t be your friend

And it’s a double dare like Bambi with twins

Jamie Foxx Show, oh, you fancy with them

Fly so much I’m like «Are we landing again?»

Plan the agenda

Man, we Avengers and we defend from

The land of the sinners and we them niggers

With the E-R of course, got my feet off the porch

I’ma need all the whores, head to DR, deport

Ain’t gon' leave y’all the torch, ain’t gon' see y’all in court

I’ma pee on your fort, I could eat off the floor

You a peon, a dork, sellin' weed all for sport

Killin' seed, all abort, Jay and Be gone divorce

Jokes on me, of course, throw me the award

Frontin' like you been fuckin' with this

You Isaiah Thomas wit' the Cavs, just gettin' hip

Which rapper should I snuff?

Say «Wassup»?

Should I diss?

No MCs in Atlanta?

Let’s come up with the list

Got CyHi, Quentin Miller, Translee

Scotty ATL, EarthGang, J.I.D

Raury, 6lack, Nick Grant, and Money Makin' Nique

And yeah, let’s save the best for last, it’s, uh, me

Who wanna battle for the bread and the bag against me?

Who got Birdman to wire that cash?

That right, me

I’m back at it y’all, it’s rap’s Barry Bonds

I might run up on Tuma for RapCaviar

Just kiddin', just kiddin'

Tuma my nigga

Deadline, nigga

It’s over

You’ll see, you’ll see

Salt Bae on 'em, Salt Bae on 'em