Lyrics:
in the gas so it might be a lil' generous
I c's like a class, nigga, read the syllabus
You and a bitch, tell me what the difference is
I mix the Viv'
The whole motive screamed out, "Salah!"
We scored that point, now we need more adrenaline (yeah)
Gotta mix these packs and potions
No P's 'til I put
and the stars will align
F*** that I am divine
Done did my time
Optimist in my fuckin' prime
Alchemist when I mix these rhymes
Flow so sick pharmacist needs
with the boy
Lemonade, mix it up with Chips Ahoy
Undefeated, feel like I'm sponsored by Floyd
Yeah, yeah, we T killin' the track
Box of Cookies baby,
Shorty I'ma real nigga and I'ma rapper
You said I'm fresh shorty I'm dapper
I'ma set the scene I want you you to adapt in
Fam at graduation I'ma need
this is what happening
Whipping, I'm whipping, I'm whipping, I'm whipping, I'm whipping, I'm whipping
Mix it up, stir it up, chop it down, lay it
my hand I'll be your man
Let me take you to the sunshine island
I will be your therapy, let it be
You know you need my healing (Wait a minute!!!)
fresh air's
I step out like I need some fresh air
By the way y'all I'm having my best year
Any bullshit come my way I'm James Harden with the stepback
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But man I am different by 200 meter
Man I have travelled through the ocean
Finding my soul like a pilgrim
pan
I need meds, swear to God, 'cause If I go off the edge
T.I. ain't talkin' me off a ledge, man
Heart throb that'll fart, ah, nah
More like
lamb
Hangin' from his ceiling, drippin' with a bed pan
I need meds, swear to God, 'cause If I go off the edge
T.I. ain't talkin' me off a ledge, man
cutie-patootie know what they're doing
Government Macho Man Hunk Broadley is actively blowing these bastards
To bits-for America"
We now go to our man in the field
on talking like he tough, so I whip out Smithin
He couldn't run, we sent five, he's bumped up
His life gone, we sent the blitz, he's fucked up
His man's broke,
I ain't fuckin with none of ya'll
Real ones be
Too hard to
Come by
No shade boy yeah
Let um sun dry
Truth is
You a bitch
Man that's no lie
I ain't done with the sound, gotta wait on it
And this mix finna pound, it got weight on it
Sleepy boy keep a round, in the drum put you down
Riot
the Taz
see Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man
Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten
She's the flame and she don't need propane
I always stay high, Macho man, my pride
My Sauce is heavy she know my name
I'm never gonna love her she know
PRO ERA!
Beast Coast and we 'bout to feast this summer
Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
This dough man don't need no oven
My dope-heads they
nothing small
Versacci down to the draws
This the life I sware
Got me feeling like the man of the year
By the i gotta stack my like some legos
I got
I'm tryna fly around the world on a jet seat
I'm tryna get used to this ice like Gretzky on God
I told my jeweler to protect me
Gotta get it by any
to interfere, I wish he would disappear
But he won't, so I put the pillow over my ear in fear
Dreamin when I get to be a man I'ma stand up to him
If I see him
ain't looking back (Yeah)
Rather stay by my lone I feel like no one knows how I feel
Love is evil
Bitches evil
Money's evil
Facts
Hear the demons
Always
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
to kick 'em out
Silent wars in my head, it's more to go around
Man, huh (shit)
Repent for my sins then I turn around
By next weekend, do it again
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