Simon Says (Freestyle) lyrics - Hopsin

Yeah, niggas better lay low, I swear this ain't no game bro

Asking for blessings won't prevent you from being preyed on

See I ain't underground or commercial, I'm in the grey zone

I had bars back when Verizon was making payphones

Niggas say that Hop fell off, I'm yelling "How, stupid?"

Y'all ain't never eating but verbally making bowel movements

Better bow, you in the presence of wild coon shit

Fuck y'all, you gave me the mic knowing I'll lose it

My style's too sick, boy I've been programmed with pro raps

All these niggas' tinder as fuck but still no match

I'm a nice guy but when I'm in front of the notepad

It's fuck it, dawg, off with his head, shit it'll grow back

How you claim to be ill when your career ain't never seen a sequel

Niggas ain't playing you in they Beats Pill

I could touch lives through the speaker, 3D skills

Stop it boy, I'm on a roll like TV film

I remember niggas didn't fuck with me, dawg

The tables turned, now we're even, damn, what are the odds?

There must be a God, you fuck with the ugliest broads

Your hands out, it better be for a lovely applause

Otherwise do not bother

Undercover Prodigy, how could I not prosper?

I am the godfather, style's beyond proper

Fuck you little lame ass wannabe Hop bloggers mooching off Hop's dollars

You niggas ain't shit, you wish you were shot callers

So y'all can get fucked like I do at massage parlors

I'm in and out the Matrix, shit I utilize both

The Grim reaper, you and I know

Will you survive? No

Once this whack MCs find out I crucify souls

They'll be calling the number on Logic's suicide song