Lyrics:
L A Z Z
Who you with, no joke
I'm jumping you niggas
It's about past four
And I'm thumping on niggas
On the corner, by the store
Ain't no arguing
oddity
No worries Homer
Just moonwalkin' through my own Odyssey
Yeah
They like, who that there
That kid with the earrings and a few tats there
Like Oliver
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
I'm who these hataz hate to the 3rd degree
They say I'm too gutta homie for TV
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
hundred acres like I'm triple platinum
Triple platinum without an album sale
Three million grams, I left a powder trail
All gold Rollie, face like
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
wait until the album drops
No this is real warm but the albums hot
Now write a letter of complaint if this don't make you bop
I'm ready for war my lyric
So many times I excuse shit
People watch my life like a movie
They will never get a full clip
My album name is my middle name
This a side of me that
Even if takes the slower minds a little bit of time to feel me.
Recollect the 15 million I've sold or the 30 times I went gold and if you take 2 puffs
Butterfingers, 'cause I dippedy-drop um, 'nough styles
Iggedy eeny meeny miney moe
Shiggedy-bop, bap I'll snatch a rapper by his toe
Yo, I riggedy-write my
[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)
And cook these albums with no motherfucking aprons
I'm here for first that gold medal gon be taken
And you gon' hear Koko all throughout the stations
Add it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
High times by the riv
With the kid
Kickin' it
Puffy Amy, a yume I'm high high
Speed racer no tapper I fly by
Don't say yes to the Captain It's Aye
never seen someone edit kid; Im hella bent on chasing my dreams; don't need no melatonin Ive been sleepin on all of you fake cats; I don't need no glock
Butterfingers, 'cause I dippedy-drop um, 'nough styles
Iggedy eeny meeny miney moe
Shiggedy-bop, bap I'll snatch a rapper by his toe
Yo, I riggedy-write my
Yea, four gold albums, one platinum plaque
Still shining i get my record hot
They tried to tell me keep grinding
Live in Miami
How I’m pposed to get some
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
What a icy kid
Have a toast
Off of 9, by the hour off payroll
Off the wage, on the wave
How it goes
Stream sales don't mean nothing
But a post
If i'm
[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)
A gritty bop, my watch is bigger, wallo's with the gold tassels
Your old slave, with Starkey Love on the shackle
And I stay fly underwater, my toes is iced
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