Lyrics:
This is not a debate
I'm just tryna be great (yeah)
Upgrade, elevate
On tour livin' great
Every night a new state
Album just went platinum
Tell my
That’s the type I keep next to me
Ask them
They’ll tell you I’m next to be
Theres my legacy
Ain’t no time to play
I got too much work to do
While you
I'm livin' in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
strickly business fuck your homie I'm your pusha man
They say talking reckless on this shit might get me booked again
Dropped another album Cocaine Rabbit
Messing 'round with this you catch the size 8 up-
I never half step cause I'm not a half stepper
Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper
Refuse
I couldn't make it through The Rays's first album without puking
And thirty seconds later, I had to take a giant poopy
I got inside the bathroom, but
and the cameras get to snapping
And they try to make you out as a lie
Symbolic because you were just trying to please them
by using logic and reason
It's a lose
got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's
And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshitin
AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin
Feet by
want to spend it with you
We don't have any inhibitions
We're not consumed by ambition
We've got no mission control
They say Dr. Freud might
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Call me 8-bit, yeah cuz I got 8 bitches
Any one tell the other, they gonna be needing stitches
Got an octo-pump, 8 bullets for the snitches
He
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
I'm callin' them hooters
Kobe, number eight
Most of these girls, they switch with the fame
If he just want money then get out my lane (ching, ching)
runnin' stacks (stacks)
They be year off (off)
Bring my money back (back)
Yeah I fuck wit G'sss (g'sss)
Out in Cloverland (yeah)
We talkin' 20 keysss
But I
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah!
On the wheels
is going to be Hillary Clinton!
You might not like it, but they gotta
Hear it i ain’t here to massage
You with a fake truth, telling you that
Hillary
be quarantined cause they ain't outside nigga
Me and money go together like Lette and Malta
Florida top five and bet I'm not five nigga
Stay connected
dark for long
They say it's darkest before the dawn
Calm's before the storm
I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin the psalms
And I can see B-I rockin
uh
Give me a beat, I'm attackin' it, uh
Might catch a B when I'm clappin' it
Opps, they some bitches, we beefin' with actresses
Post in the trap,
and turn forward the razas
And bring back the niggaz who was livest
Old hustlers, reminscing on better days
They home, doing nothing, might as well be in
rob, I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' it's probably a fight
If I'm goin' fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead, then
tellin you, ya know?)
Aiyyo
Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of PJ wheels
As we land I duck down, I
a KLUS-TER-FUK,
Of a brother which you discover to KRUSH-MUCKS-UP,
In the gutter cause I'm a thug and they TOUGH-JUST-STRUCK
On you MUUHFUCKAS I'll be the BLOOD
feels so good to be bad (huh, bad)
Alright, here we go, alright, I'ma start this, I got it
Before I get banned, kicked off Twitter
And TikTok 'cause
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