Sammy Pharaoh - Iverson

Feel alive again feel like Iverson with the criss cross
Got my drive again, ask where I have been?
Pissed off
I was lost and then, now I’m boss again, Rick Ross
I got means to ends I got the leaves to stems, picked off

Blowing smoke ya I'm not pissed off
All you pussies need lip gloss
You too dry then you get tossed
Boy you chicken need to get sauce
I’ve been in the kitchen cooking beats
Uber eats
Learn this shit with ease
Hitting B's
Getting greens
Please hurry grind it up so I can roll it fat
See I gotta taste now I’m not holding back
True shit no I don’t lie no secrets so I won't hide
Co-sign shit you know is wack
Know the facts
No end like a cold a sack
I can rap sing and I mumble too
Cocky but I'm humble too
Always level up never under you
Look at what its done to you
You ain’t really down like that
They all actin' like they been around like that, ya
Say your trapping but don’t run the town like that, nah
You can keep laughing but I'll clown right back, ha
Keep on mumbling but that don’t sound like rap, nah
Image, image, image
Fuck your image
I’ve been getting women
I don’t need no money
To get in it
Ya’ll a gimmick
Please

Feel alive again feel like Iverson with the criss cross
Got my drive again, ask where I have been?
Pissed off
I was lost and then, now I’m boss again, Rick Ross
I got means to ends I got the leaves to stems, picked off

Never been the type to follow the leader
Not about the hype that's my whole demeanor
They don’t know the name but play through their speaker
You don’t fuck with me won’t fuck with you either
Alright I’ve been biting my tongue
I don’t need your fucking validation
I been hustling eight years doing this shit on the side
Got degrees for my pride i can do what you do
Don’t mistake it
I can see you flaking you ain’t really on shit tho
I’m an underdog and aggressive like a pit bull
Checkin' on my zip code
You can just ask your chick knows
Please hop off my dick though
You some kind of sick joke
ADD switch flow every four bars
Drive 97 accord can't afford sports cars
Blow me off now oh wow that's a poor start
When you come back i'ma really slam the door hard, more heart
That's all it takes I was dead I'm reviving it
Lets raise the stakes and the bread feel alive again

Feel alive again feel like Iverson with the criss cross
Got my drive again, ask where I have been?
Pissed off
I was lost and then, now I’m boss again, Rick Ross
I got means to ends I got the leaves to stems, picked off

Written by:
SAMMY AL QADY

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