Lyrics:
cross-pollinating
By March Madness
Gone see a battle
Between the final four candidates
Yeah
I sell merch 'til mogul
Status my tee total
Make you drunk in love with
bands on me, don't I smell like money
I got these hundreds on me
Jeans too skinny, they bustin' the seams
They know it's money when I'm on the scene
Four
You really knead-y (skrt-skrt)
Look like Buttercup
But she not runner up (yuh)
Try breakin' up
Aisle 4 there's a cleanup (cleanup)
Fuck with her
don't want you
She'll come in 4 in the morning
Telling you it's your fault
And maybe it's true
'Cause you like to joke with the ladies
And now you two
ain't fucking with nobody, What you mean by that?
If you don't bring a bag, then you can kiss my ass
Some will say I'm selfish some will say I'm mad
But
Yeah, yeah
These diamonds on me, black or white
Fuck that bitch up, black or white (yeah yeah, truly, what are you doing?)
Your hoe ride me like
All my life I've been judged
All my life I've been put down
You sacrificed and I asked for life
Living life right now as the good child
I've put in
ain't pop at all
How you hating because I'm winning
That sound like you got some flaws
You better slide because them jits up In that tinted four door car
Drop a bag in the safe like (Woah)
She want my feng shui
Gimmie that look
When she on the runway
Hot girl tempo
She on that foreplay
5 shots for you
sets you a part (You different)
Spark light from the dark
I learned from my wrong (Only right)
Bouncing back strong
Gotta hustle for self (Do it
This just a hobby
Rza WuTang, karate
I got niggas whole aim at ya body
Benelli m4 with the shotty
Think twice if you try me
Have em run up in ya
Yo its Illithid I'm in sports illustrated
You know I've been berated outdated from my town
I was found impregnated displayed inside a cow
I don't
never text her
Verse 1:
Now I'ma start off by saying that I'm sorry but I might just be sayin' that cause you caught me/Just hold on wait a minute let
to touch our wears
Pushing
Their girls to talk to us like, "Go, go
Go over there" ("OK!")
"Hug his body and get the autograph" By
The time he tried to holler
another life they get what they are due
And if you seh that God nah sleep and him nuh snooze
Then what about the little baby girl that get abused, by her
forget bout how you felt
But my problem is I’m feeling jaded and I feel like someone else
Surrounded by people
They love me and all that but I need some
forget bout how you felt
But my problem is I’m feeling jaded and I feel like someone else
Surrounded by people
They love me and all that but I need some
Catch me in the field, in my zone like a three-four
Could never give a bitch my all, not even three fourths (nope)
How the fuck you say it's beef? You
you should hit up your homies
Add 3 bad bitches now 4 of them on me
So many bitches I'm fucking an army
Freaky as fuck like the shit in the movies
Water
I'm getting it going I'm serious
It's four in the morning and I'm delirious
But still up recording
And I'm just hoarding storing all these beats
when I'm finished
Bitch I spray down like a febreeze can
Say u want smoke you ain't fuckin with me man
Blow it by the o
Lbs for the road
But imma
Time,
4 Your Mind,
I keep it all the way G
now we
stronger
We soliders
This for my homies that really rap all night
I give you my word
Cause we just
Yeah
One to many times
I let the lies cloud my vision
Betrayed by these niggas
I be solo when I'm whippin
They expected a plate
You ain't cook wit
like Billy Crystal
Rhyme books is so official
Bound to blow, so move your missiles
Five, four, three, two
It's nice to meet you
How those noodles see
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