Yeah, you niggas talkin' too much, say less When it comes to rappin' in Houston, I'm A-list
When it comes to Spotify, I'm on your playlist Still bangin' Screw like it's in a tape deck
If it ain't about a paycheck, my niggas say less I'm done talkin', continue walkin
Baby thought that it was somethin' But she's just a friend like Biz Markie
Now make that a lesson, stack my plate the first time So it's no need to go back for a second
I'm talkin' records like speedin' with no seatbelt This for all my dawgs, you'll never catch me with heathcliff
Nah, the album is comin', they said I was done with, say less But I can't function without gettin' money, so pay that
Head fell off, I'm glad to hear you niggas say that Jaheim, I'm just tryin' to find my way back
Pick up where I left off, I'm tryin' to be the best in it You tryin' to be the best off, that's how niggas get messed off
Yeah, I'm more focused on execution And you focused on what your ex doin
Shit, that's probably why your ex choose it Come on over here and be my best dude And I'll show you how to best do it
Say less, you sound better on mute You pooty tang in the booth, I spit flames in the booth
Shut shit down, it's what we came here to do I shoot bars, so if I point, that mean I'm aimin' at you
I'm uno, I the Roman numero Slidin' through the loophole
We prime time, you niggas juco I'm from Houston, yo, we screwed with y'all niggas too slow
Like playin' hot hands, you niggas too slow You was good with LeBron, but you trash, not Alex Caruso
Your son probably shoot better, Manupo I'm back in tact, I got a new soul
We at Boudreaux's, drinkin' margaritas too cold with two hoes
Rick and Lake, you counsel me, I'll start up a new show
I'm listenin' to the radio, a pussy pink, a booty hole is what the fuck
Nah, cut that shit off, say less You niggas playin' checkers cause you never learned to play chess
That's why your trash-ass flow is never seein' progress
Then you hear a nigga like me, and it's hard to digest
But I was out here grindin', CDs in the backpack
Stayin' at my partner house, sleepin' on a knapsack
Lil' old backpack, cause if I have to pack that
You better be fully insured, nigga, Affleck
And I'd rather be a ape, nigga, fuck bein' a goat, why
Cause goats get ate, nigga, and I drink goat milk
I don't wanna hear no lip, Carnival Cruise, nigga
I don't wanna take no trip, the vacation over
Turnin' back in the Ova, I'm turnin' back in the bitch, move the fuck over
Turnin' the corner on two wheels, about to flip over
I'm way colder, Colorado, I'm way bolder
My son out the stroller, he way older
Now, he could hit the studio with me, I'm way focused
Still sippin' Henny, no soda
Still can set the city on fire with a cold shoulder
The show's over, say less
The show's over, say less
Although he’s calm when you meet him, Dante has the heart of a lion and the rhymes of a monster. He jokes around and loves
to laugh, but he’s a breath of fresh air to the rap game.
Life didn’t hand H.I.G. lemons, it handed him a microphone, and he’s doing exactly what he’s supposed to do with it. Don’t take our word for it though, go listen. Otherwise, go ahead and keep reading....more
