Yates (feat. Marcus Yates) Song Lyrics

Ever since my cradle date, or my prenatal state
I was blessed with the gift to disable hate
With fatal takes on the mic is makin' my halo break
And smash every lady workin' at Strange, call them my label-mates
I throw the squad up, them I'ma pour ya broad up
Genital, so plentiful, ya chemical's low but shot up
Wishin' they'd slow the god up
But I ain't trippin' when I rip I'm twitchin'
They think that I be sniffing on Snow Tha Product

Bitch I might be, this a nice key, to get ya hyphy
Dick ya wifey, this for Ike
Slice of sin or source if ya see somethin' slither slightly
Step inside the surface of Strange, sir simply sight-see

Spit the flow, get the dough, then I hit the hoe
Mister irresistible twisted is this kiss the toes
I'ma kick ya nose if one of ya pricks oppose
I'm all he hates, 'cause I became a landmark like Ollie Gates
Maudie's great, tall estate, y'all debate, nigga, call me Yates

It's no challenge, it's no challenge at all
When you up the bar, it gets below average
Below average, killin' 'em, toetag 'em
I'ma let you be great though
I'ma let you be great though
I'ma let you be great though
But it ain't no stoppin' a Yates

Lately I've been like fuck rap
What? Did he say "fuck rap"?
Oh no no, I'ma write in bold and plus caps