"Mass Appeal" lyrics
(feat. Fred the Godson & Rain 910)
[Fred the Godson:]
Uh-huh, yo Spesh, I got you, homie
Huh, it's Gordo!
They say I'm in a popular space (Uh-huh)
I won't stop 'til I'm driving a Wraith (Right)
I know the block is in place (I know)
Shooter via text message, I just copy and paste
Clubbin', I come through with an icy watch
To rub it in, 'cause ain't that many I see hot (Woo)
They told me I should feel 'em
Lakers 3-peat, Kobe, I should kill 'em
My quotables the dopest
If they spit sick then I'm walking around with multiple sclerosis
They bitches be gross, shit
Still go and lick her orange juice, mimosas
Flow sick like I'm under hypnosis, to be [?]
Have to admit, every doctor tried to admit me (I like that)
Two clips, two four-fifths under the kidney (Let's go)
I told Tre-Eight to come get me
Gordo!
[Rain910:]
Rolling in diamonds, using royalties to pay lawyer fees
Can't sleep, demons are calling me
Illuminati wants my mind, soul, and my body
Make the right deal, I give you all of me
Started with a quarter key, ballin', water covering
All the slaughter, the corner, this is something that you ought to see
Late night shots going off hitting arteries
Blood painting the wall, you all know this is art to me
Beam on the mark, get set, go, who started me?
Rubber grip, extended clip, spit retardedly
Level-3 vest hugs me like it's adoring me
The streets is watching, I move accordingly
I took the credit for the water, B
Marvel at the fact when the credits pass that it's more to see
Stick around, stand-up niggas I sit 'em down
Hands up, nigga, you hear the sound
Of the most-hated, lately barbershop debated
You fuckers can't box me here, you'll get faded
On the low, Caesar, ducking rulers, Jesus or Judas
Leading the looters, you need to believe in the Ruler
Come get patched in, I'm old-school like b-boys and backspins
Pete Rock and CL by the black Benz
I'm a Soul Brother posing with a MAC-10, (blllat)
Niggas take shots at me, I give 'em back
You know if I reach for heaters it's a wrap
It's a fact, love over lust, and trust is a must
Rain!
[38 Spesh:]
Shout out to Fred the Godson and Rain910
Them my niggas, huh, 1994
Trust
Trust (trust, trust)
Uh-huh, yo Spesh, I got you, homie
Huh, it's Gordo!
They say I'm in a popular space (Uh-huh)
I won't stop 'til I'm driving a Wraith (Right)
I know the block is in place (I know)
Shooter via text message, I just copy and paste
Clubbin', I come through with an icy watch
To rub it in, 'cause ain't that many I see hot (Woo)
They told me I should feel 'em
Lakers 3-peat, Kobe, I should kill 'em
My quotables the dopest
If they spit sick then I'm walking around with multiple sclerosis
They bitches be gross, shit
Still go and lick her orange juice, mimosas
Flow sick like I'm under hypnosis, to be [?]
Have to admit, every doctor tried to admit me (I like that)
Two clips, two four-fifths under the kidney (Let's go)
I told Tre-Eight to come get me
Gordo!
[Rain910:]
Rolling in diamonds, using royalties to pay lawyer fees
Can't sleep, demons are calling me
Illuminati wants my mind, soul, and my body
Make the right deal, I give you all of me
Started with a quarter key, ballin', water covering
All the slaughter, the corner, this is something that you ought to see
Late night shots going off hitting arteries
Blood painting the wall, you all know this is art to me
Beam on the mark, get set, go, who started me?
Rubber grip, extended clip, spit retardedly
Level-3 vest hugs me like it's adoring me
The streets is watching, I move accordingly
I took the credit for the water, B
Marvel at the fact when the credits pass that it's more to see
Stick around, stand-up niggas I sit 'em down
Hands up, nigga, you hear the sound
Of the most-hated, lately barbershop debated
You fuckers can't box me here, you'll get faded
On the low, Caesar, ducking rulers, Jesus or Judas
Leading the looters, you need to believe in the Ruler
Come get patched in, I'm old-school like b-boys and backspins
Pete Rock and CL by the black Benz
I'm a Soul Brother posing with a MAC-10, (blllat)
Niggas take shots at me, I give 'em back
You know if I reach for heaters it's a wrap
It's a fact, love over lust, and trust is a must
Rain!
[38 Spesh:]
Shout out to Fred the Godson and Rain910
Them my niggas, huh, 1994
Trust
Trust (trust, trust)
