Saint Micah - Crashout!

{Intro}
Brosial, pick up the phone

{Verse 1: Julvee}
Fuck your homie's ship
I need ownership (nigga)
That your stepdad owe me quip
My work in wip (yeah nigga)
Every chance you get
That rapper shit
My voice in clip (chance nigga)
My words in it
My name in it
Don't call me shit (nigga)
(this is crashout)

Beatstars way too gross
I just can't tap in it
Flower boy like a rose
I'll get to the top and shit
Beef with my cousin, woah
No Keem and K. Dot bros
Eat with your brothers, though
Our beef in teeth and droves

{Bridge: Julvee}
(Hello)
(Hello, hello, he-hello)
(Top of the world)
(From along the 49th parallel)
I got flow like Trudeau
Got my bread up through the snow
On the low, for the hoes
S niggas would really throw
Their whole life, for some spice
In they sex life
That ain't right
They ain't got no next life

{Verse 2: $aintmicah}
Damn, I might just crash out - ripped apart from my sect
Now I see you as a threat, you always went in for my neck
And I'm ending this shit now, it's like you only disrespect
And in reality I guess it's only uno on my deck
Was it far-fetched for me to say that I fuckin' missed her?
When all she ever said was "Fuck you" and gave the finger?
All I'm feeling is disdain, this bitch done put me through the ringer
I don't like using that word, but in my mind I just been dust
And the rain is mother nature's way of saying that she loves us
Every day, get up for school, no hesitation, take the bus
Ain't no time for breakfast, I know people say that it's a must
Wonder why I wanna die now, retreat right back to dust - fuck, I don't know where I'm coming from