Stonkz from Knucklehed Anthemz by NYC Shootout

Life been crazy lately.
Stock rising up, market crashing.
I smoke a joint in the whip and I park it laughing.
Hear the beat then get to spazzing.
Lot of bands be out here capping.
In real life, they isn’t shit.
Why is you acting?
I smoke a blunt to start my day and get retarded.
I’m hungry for the adulation, bitch, I’m starving.
I sip some Vodka with your bitch and we be bumping Marvin.
I put out classics but the rest of y’all just put out garbage.
They put out trash that we don’t listen to.
Album of the year?
I know it isn’t you.
Your bitch she suck my dick and on my tip she drool.
Really active with my dudes, yeah, with my crew.
The shit that y’all be spitting it just isn’t true.
You’re full of lies, that’s pitiful.
Ghost written lyrics, I don’t fuck with.
Shootout shooting threes, we so clean.
Shooting buckets.
Stepped into the scene with riffs that’s mean screaming, “Fuck it”.
Pulled up to the hooker spot and told that hoe to suck it.
Yeah, she suck my dick tip.
I left the crib, she text me for a dick pic.
I pulled up to the red light, took the pic quick.
Really on some sick shit.
Freak timing.
Hip-Hop, speak rhyming.
Clean vagina, taste it on my breath with this weed I’m buying.
See the signs when Shootout sign the contract, now the fiends be dying.
Wanna cop the merch cause I be mean with rhyming.
Never looking backward, only forwards where we going and Hardknock Homegrown be the weed that I’m blowing.
You know it, ayo.

• Rock
• Connecticut