Trebuchet ft. Nohokai Lyrics

It seems as I grow older

People whole shoulder colder than a snow blower

Why I keep the grass short like a low mower

Cause snakes take many a shape it's no folklore (Folk lower)

We all play the hand we dealt I am no folder

I'm Joe Rogan mixed with Logan I'm an old soldier

Getting hard to fight these last bouts

My credit card for life be maxed out

So stop talking dude

Talking rude I'm bringing beef with the hands to ya mouth like Moroccan food

Obnoxious too speaking mess like you ain't stain ya slate

Im Texas bbq, a seasoned vet that made mistakes (My steaks)

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound

Of finding your passion for life after the fight of it had beat you down

Feel the ground beneath your feet don't ever sink or drown

And see that now not every king was ever meant to keep his crown

I feel like Odin with no war to fight

Voyaging from shore to shore on the coldest night

My whole existence in this bitch is warrior type

Wild valor until Valhalla take my sword and life

I'm the man of steel get fly on em

Banana peel, slide on em

Nah

Snipe you cowards from the Eiffel Tower

I shoot for the stars with sights on power

Spit a song that a end your careers

Mr blonde you should lend me your ears

Leave em stiff as a log when the pressures on

Sick em with dogs out the reservoir

The top spots gots to get handed over

Cuz opps get popped like a can of soda

Shoot you with a cannon bro and I ain't talking cameras

Turn your head to hamburger underneath that man bun

Once you see this handgun

I'm DMC and I shoot the J, MJ you can rev but you can't run

Don't even compare levels

Believe me BG to even see me you gotta listen like daredevil

Bar topics narcotics, so fools try me

Your jewels shiny but shorty said you were too tiny

I don't care who's rhyming

When it's warfare I'm sure lines destroying more peers than tsunamis

Spit a round, hit you clowns, tear apart half your chest

You motherfuckers lack bars like you lack success

A savage yes

Ain't telling ex strippers put they liquor down when I say I give cardiac arrest

Tryna follow me better catch your breath

Bitch smack a rich rapper with a big clapper

Then Jack his wrist jacket link racks

And hit him with the sig rat a tat tat tat give him back his death

You'll never be better than me

Forever my pedigree be

A veteran severing beats

Whenever I'm dead and deceased

Bet they remembering me

Beheading the better emcees

God level degree

Heavenly cleverly heavy and deep