#CBTS (Calm Before The Storm) LYRICS.
Game on, Iâm in Warrior mode Clown to claim a crown that never was yours, Miss Columbia Code Facts, on each track I spit crack, itâs lethal when Iâm in the zone Never did befriend a DJ to push my little song But you wanna clash? Iâm down, laid back, dapper down Yet I still pick the pen up & knock a rapper down Big head, fill that empty dome, donât let Cassper down Split the squares bruh, not a circle I canât rap around You aint even next up junior Canât dance with The Taxi, grab some heels, you need to step up junior HD, thatâs how you spell trouble Try a triple threat singlehanded, your Ls double Trailblazed a pathway before ya, dare to disrespect me Iâll destroy ya Iâll make a brief-case of a lawyer Much more to sit on the throne son Prove us wrong, do just one song on your own, son,Come on, son A warâs what you started, no escaping the wrath Full-throttle, putting no breaks on the gas Fully leave the bullies schooled, take them to class Samuel Jackson, to these snakes in the grass That new Benny Black on loop boy Hop in the booth boy, SMASH was never Sqoop on Sqoop boy Everybody know Iâm a beast If youâre as nice as you claim, then whyâs your producerâs sending me beats Rep Rubaga, spit for Uganda Either way you can get it, in the lingo of the Brits or Luganda You said 2015 was your year junior Youâre still where you were in 2013 though, I hope you aware Junior Was never cut from the same cloth that you wear Junior Helped start it Iâm willing to end your career No goals, nor progression, FDC Philosophyâs all possession, LVG You canât rap with the best boy 2 projects in, you got 5 songs!! try to show your elders respect boy With Burn, the vets got me a ward What was your achievement? You held another artistâs award Compared yourself to Drake &  that was kinda stupid I ainât mad, the best part about it is you gotta prove it Itâs looking bad, really looking bad on surface 5 songs, 3 collabos, before you even write 10 verses Now you  on air lying Your track recordâs never been near mine, itâs receding, keeping up with your hairline Said you left mixtapes in high school Why would you lie fool, Mustâve forgot you was in my school Derailed by a track with A Pass, he think he made it Called like he didnât mean what he said, that he was baited Iâm letting the ball roll Tough talker soft on the downlow, youâre a violation of Girl Code. Even if I was gagged, you couldnât take me Code Even an army wonât guarantee your safety code Under 25? Dawg I was at Rouge? It hella got dirty You didnât even make the last 30 Itâs a mismatch you & I Only 4 reasons people know you, The Mith, The Mask plus Rru & I Gotta know against who you ride boy, Iâm not as surprised Man I should make this track exclusive to Tribe Oh now you donât want it with me Apologizing in private right after you was on tv publicly stunting with me Sneakdiss disgusted me Already know whatâs coming with the bars, better have Kaweesi put me under custody This the more the merrier mode Didnât enter the ring when you watched me shut down your area code Junior, you was in the front-row cheering As I oozed greatness, thatâs only time you got so near it Severe knows the truth b, you was right there where you should be Blocking off all of my groupies Damn, do you need a diaper Funny you were blowing up my phone, pleading, begging me to get you on the cypher Quit the drugs that you was on, a rapper everybody bodied on your songs? Trust me this is just the calm before the storm Nothing to prove, no need of my dick-rode Any rapper in the 25-6 could zip Code.
