Shower Dem
[Verse]
I'm stone cold, frosting
You might've thought I'd say Austin
But I don't act, I do boxing
Hit him with a left-handed hook, Froch ting
Man might've thought he was nang till you lost him
All cuh
Man try hype up the ting like Don King
There's a price to pay, might cost him
If a guy sends, I'm returning with top spin
Send niggas the wrong way like we lost him
Poisonous, I spit venomous, toxic
Tell guys like Nasty Jack, wot is it?
Try and attack, I'm blocking it
Then counteracting with confidence, it's long for them
Nobody put me back on again
It's Shark, it ain't Mark Morrison
But it's the Return of the Mack when I pop at 'em
Take a shit and give it out, no profit ting
Ruthless
Most over the age of 24 might say they knew this
If you're under, time to educate youts which
May be oblivious to exactly what the truth is
Me, I'mma prove it
Can't blame you if you're clueless
I was out for a while but those that know me
Might say "he gets it in"
But never say "he don't do shit", respect the ting
Some pay homage, respect a king
Haters send shots, am I bothered?
I'll defect the ting
They'll end up in row Z
OG, I used to hold Zs from days when
I was licking them out for one ten
So you know I've been about this P from back then
So let Shark flow, I'm in a bars zone
If I target you pricks, cash tip
Fire so rapid, it could take out a carload
Man ah talk big like they're out on the strip
When they can't shift a half O, arseholes
I laugh at you pricks, especially if you're past 26
Ain't owning nuttin' but a home and your bathrobe
Blazing away, you're wasting your days
You're waste anyway
So what you know about Maje?
Concrete bars, I stay hard
Man are old school like Salako
Still kick it with the new school, Thiago
Who's fucking with me?
You? Nah, bro
I scanned the game, there's bare arseholes
A bag of man lack content and can't flow
So pick up the phone
To your bredrin, show I'm still smacking it up
Nuttin's changed, any riddim, still badding it up
Word, I'm still actually fucked
Yeah, the bars that I bring, no nonsense
Now I'm back on doing this ting constant
Fuck with the kid, take him out like Bronson
Love or hate?
You can pick what you want, son
Man'll write off your face if you want some
Looking like cats, I can tell if it was crack that I sell
I know that you'd want some
I do my ting daily like the Mail
That's why it stays tight, the shades be Gazelle
Step in, see a man move like I wan' take his girl
I'm like 'llow it
My whole ends knows that lady well
And if that's your girl, then man takes an L
Straight backseat, won't get a hotel
Man's gotta carry the air freshener with me
Make sure that the whip don't smell
Then I'm gone, linkup with clientele
Man's got food but no eighths for sale
Boxes of cheese, yeah, that Babybel
But I still shot yards cause it pays me well
[Outro]
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