Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 24K, artist - Inspectah Deck. Album song Chamber No. 9, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Urban Icon
Song language: English
24K |
| Yo, Hellfire, spit flames, I enjoy the game |
| My full bang I’m inducted to the hall of pain |
| These funny niggas look goofy and they all the same |
| Niggas fronting for the Grand, they adore the fame |
| I like money but I won’t flash the quick cash |
| Got hella chips in the bank and a thick stash |
| I’m known to fuck, thick divas, and amazing sluts |
| You run around with old Cougars with the raisin butt |
| A lot of rappers play tough but it ain’t enough |
| Take my advice, if you lame, nigga, change it up |
| Canary ice in my chain and my wrist watch |
| These new jacks getting high like they Chris Rock |
| They sip lean, mixing percs with the molly pills |
| While other niggas sniff right off the dollar bill |
| I’m battle chicken, if you flex, Imma back out |
| I turn your new happy home to a trap house |
| Tec poppin', they don’t get it poppin' |
| Like we do, we do, we do, nah |
| Can’t drop it ain’t nobody stopping |
| Double U, not you, not you, nah |
| I’m the next Nike egg greatness is nothing |
| No medication for the hatred and suffering |
| Like sanitation all the papers I’m stuffing, heads get faded |
| I’ve been cracked since the days when I hustled it |
| New York survivor, oil supplier, talk lava |
| Dragon breath with Phoenix heat, I’m on fire |
| And y’all liars, get caught up in the crossfire |
| I’m 7:30, too early walking the short wire |
| I’m saying wow crazy |
| You foul a shady, just loud and lazy |
| Me? |
| I change the game like my new born |
| Givin' you food for thought, you wanna get your loot on |
| I fucked it up daily like Donald Trump, yeah |
| The flow like hopscotch, you gotta jump |
| Shot rounds it’s locked down give up the bread |
| Knuckleheads get knocked down, nothing said |
| Tec poppin', they don’t get it poppin' |
| Like we do, we do, we do, nah |
| Can’t drop it ain’t nobody stopping |
| Double U, not you, not you, nah |
| Shaolin, whirlwind, adequate knockout |
| I sentence niggas to the max before they could cop-out |
| I school MCs, I’m your favorite rap nigga |
| I’ve been around the block, you’ve been stuck on the track, nigga |
| You’re voices down low and your rhymes are whack |
| While I been flippin' that, give me that shit, dimes and crack |
| My darts from the shot bust, I’m taking the shortcuts |
| You can’t get pussy, you’d be paying my whores up |
| This is the bad me, the good me don’t record stuff |
| Razor sharp, hunt you down, rats get tore up |
| Wedding cake, blowing out my candles, leave us better taste |
| Cheddar raise cyanide, and I ain’t even tryna set a pace |
| Long microphone, shoot, I never hesitate |
| Convict, hold my rap in the hand like barbed wire |
| MCs burning my back, bonfire |