DeeMajor - Taylor Lyrics

I sit back with this Mac in my lap for attack
With a sack of a pack smell just like an ass crack
Had no food on my plate
So I had to be great
And y'all can't relate
But you still seem to hate
I just can't imagine
Sitting on my broke ass mad at someone cause the money they stacking
You see what I'm packing
You know I ain't lacking
If not then pull up if you think that I'm acting
I'm not with the fake shit I'm not with the hating
I'm not one to take shit so don't test my patience
Used to say I ain't shit now they love I'm famous
Karma will fuck you in the anus it ain't gon be painless
Used to watch his videos on MTV
Now I'm bumping beats and lyrics by me
And I just can't believe it kills me to see
Me growing up and Eminem turning shitty
I'm like a weird uncle play with me you get touched
He keep talking big time he gon get rushed
Fuck her till she walk with a limp needa crutch
I'm getting money no such thing as too much
They address me as pedal cause I come in clutch
I'm no bitch you'll get clapped you accuse me of such
Yes I get money but all of it's hush
Leave white shit in her throat like she got thrush
Can't no female make me cry like these dabs
Pull up flexing how come I ain't got abs
We might got issues my chain he won't grab
Cause he know I'll pop his ass like a tab
And I ain't gonna trip
But you jus might slip
In my fucking drip
Glock that's on my hip
I take me a rip
Off of this zip
My Dick she gon grip
In between her lips
When I was broke I wasn't shit to them now they brag they knew me
Dodge fake shit like it's bullets and I'm the matrix but this ain't no movie
And when I make it to the top you know that the top is the same place my crew will be
I beat the lil bitch's kitty up like I'm committing animal cruelty
Lemme tell you what it's like when you rap being white
Not a person in sight to see what it's like
When I'm spitting on the mic and they tell me take a hike
Because of what I look like no the weight on my shoulders ain't light
So I just hold tight
Pray I'll be alright
But I ain't got no fight
Nah that shit up and left
Right along with my feelings start to think someone committed a theft
Got the glock to my left
Pop it off till I'm def
We out in the field with no ref
And we working to death
Whether that be slangin tree or some meth
U jus gotta stick to what you do best
Yeah that's what they tell ya
They don't mention feds catch you once you labeled a failure
I gave him smoke now he needa inhaler
22 in the clip like I named the Glock Taylor
Like I named the Glock Swift
Getting cheddar no swiss
When I shoot I don't miss
She gave my dick a kiss
Soon as she seen my wrist
Cause it's hard to miss
Same with all the THC flowing through my piss
I'm out of this world like Paul I ain't talking bout Chris
If I start imma finish I ain't calling it quits
I'm a genuine person as real as it gets
I'll throw the bitch out I ain't dealing with fits
I'll buy a new car I ain't getting no kit
Shoulda named me Dee Watkins I'm a bad ass jit
Now I'm throwing all this money on a bad ass bitch
When I dropped my song that's a bad ass hit
Little did they know I done had that shit
Now I pull up to the bank where my bag at bitch
Only real ones with me we can't have no snitch

I sit back with this Mac in my lap for attack
With a sack of a pack smell just like an ass crack
Had no food on my plate
So I had to be great
And y'all can't relate
But you still seem to hate
I just can't imagine
Sitting on my broke ass mad at someone cause the money they stacking
You see what I'm packing
You know I ain't lacking
If not then pull up if you think that I'm acting
I'm not with the fake shit I'm not with the hating
I'm not one to take shit so don't test my patience
Used to say I ain't shit now they love I'm famous
Karma will fuck you in the anus it ain't gon be painless
Used to watch his videos on MTV
Now I'm bumping beats and lyrics by me
And I just can't believe it kills me to see
Me growing up and Eminem turning shitty
I'm like a weird uncle play with me you get touched
He keep talking big time he gon get rushed
Fuck her till she walk with a limp needa crutch
I'm getting money no such thing as too much
They address me as pedal cause I come in clutch
I'm no bitch you'll get clapped you accuse me of such
Yes I get money but all of it's hush
Leave white shit in her throat like she got thrush
Can't no female make me cry like these dabs
Pull up flexing how come I ain't got abs
We might got issues my chain he won't grab
Cause he know I'll pop his ass like a tab
And I ain't gonna trip
But you jus might slip
In my fucking drip
Glock that's on my hip
I take me a rip
Off of this zip
My Dick she gon grip
In between her lips
When I was broke I wasn't shit to them now they brag they knew me
Dodge fake shit like it's bullets and I'm the matrix but this ain't no movie
And when I make it to the top you know that the top is the same place my crew will be
I beat the lil bitch's kitty up like I'm committing animal cruelty
Lemme tell you what it's like when you rap being white
Not a person in sight to see what it's like
When I'm spitting on the mic and they tell me take a hike
Because of what I look like no the weight on my shoulders ain't light
So I just hold tight
Pray I'll be alright
But I ain't got no fight
Nah that shit up and left
Right along with my feelings start to think someone committed a theft
Got the glock to my left
Pop it off till I'm def
We out in the field with no ref
And we working to death
Whether that be slangin tree or some meth
U jus gotta stick to what you do best
Yeah that's what they tell ya
They don't mention feds catch you once you labeled a failure
I gave him smoke now he needa inhaler
22 in the clip like I named the Glock Taylor
Like I named the Glock Swift
Getting cheddar no swiss
When I shoot I don't miss
She gave my dick a kiss
Soon as she seen my wrist
Cause it's hard to miss
Same with all the THC flowing through my piss
I'm out of this world like Paul I ain't talking bout Chris
If I start imma finish I ain't calling it quits
I'm a genuine person as real as it gets
I'll throw the bitch out I ain't dealing with fits
I'll buy a new car I ain't getting no kit
Shoulda named me Dee Watkins I'm a bad ass jit
Now I'm throwing all this money on a bad ass bitch
When I dropped my song that's a bad ass hit
Little did they know I done had that shit
Now I pull up to the bank where my bag at bitch
Only real ones with me we can't have no snitch