Sunday Saga (feat. Elijah The Prophet)

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Explosions on the set
I appear in slow motion, you opposing out of threat
I be wavy like the ocean way I'm dripping it ain't sweat
Cause I never sweat a hater or a hoe it's see you later
Smoking tree and sipping potion, I be huffing like Darth Vader
All these rappers be my sons, I ain't giving out no paper
Tell him go and get some funds, play the game like it was sega
I'm the alpha and omega, packed with drugs like a bodega
Ain't no fucking caped crusader, tell that hoe I ain't gone save her
I been betting on myself, I been winning on the wager
I ain't sweating on my health, I been rolling back with paper
Fuji cooked the beat up and he cheffed it with some flavour
Bobby came and blessed it like Jesus Christ the savior
And I ain't got time for these bitches
Or these muhfucking pussies tryna burn all their bridges
They try to take shots but they missing
Got they misses for my mistress on her knees like a Christian
And I ain't got time for no BS written letters with a PS telling me about her regrets
And I ain't got time for no critics rippin' artistic vision, tell em find a religion
Ay we do did em
Yeah we do did em
Yeah we gonna do him like that (Dump)
Dream about my fashion, I be drippin' I be splashin'
Yeah my fits they the most fly but you can still try
Black chrome heart tee, big shoes Balenciaga
Yeah you can't outdress me, every song I tell a saga
Listen to this saga, yeah it's a new chapter
Talking bout that one time when I stole your bitch then clapped her
Saw you with your girl, yall be wearing matching fits
The only thing that's missing is your pair of fake tits
Like why you wearing leather? Do those pants come in mens?
Why you listening to Heather? It don't make no fucking sense
Really lift your bitch while she watch you walking out the door
Wouldn't even dress like that just going to the store
Really lit this bitch make you buy a Gucci shirt
300 Down the drain and she still treat you like dirt
Treating you like soil, treat you just like trash
Makes your blood boil she don't even want to smash
Smoke a half O in the morning that's just my breakfast
This your first and last warning bout to steal your necklace
Took the chain up off his neck it only took one sec
Yeah I snatched that boy's baguettes you can tell he wasn't ready
Caught him by surprise because I didn't run
Yeah I looked him in his eyes, yeah I do this shit for fun
I do this shit for fun, fully loaded with no gun
I don't need no strap to shut his fucking trap
Sock him in the jaw, I think he lost a molar
His girl look in aw, yeah I think this bitch bipolar
Then I ask if she tryna ride in my truck
Told her it's a fucking big body she could give a f*ck
She would do anything to leave this clown
Bring her to the fucking crib yeah you know what's going down
Jamming to my tune, rocking out like heavy metal
She tryna smash shrooms so I step right on the peddle
Step right on the peddle probably going too fast
Like Jimmy Neutron yeah I gotta brain blast
She start to give me brain, did my dome while I'm drivin'
She driving me insane, Cosmo Wanda yeah we wylin'
Cosmo and Wanda been seeing pink and green
I think I might be crazy but I ain't off no bean
You know the boy Fuj whippin' up the nutty beat
He got all the answers yeah he don't need a cheat
Oh shit forgot she slopping on my meat
It's only been 5 minutes and she already going to cheat
Made it to the crib, yeah you know we did the deed
I ain't tell a fib, yeah I gave her what she need
This another saga of fucking THC, yeah
This another saga thanks for listening to me
Sitting in the stu smoke a wood with Elijah
Gotta end the verse cause I am getting tired

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