Lyrics:
Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature
Fuck you think I made Odd Future for?
To wear fucking suits and make good decisions?
Fuck that
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
And their game was basketball
The center, a massive collection of bones
Was known by the nickname of Skyscraper Jones
The forwards were both
Brilliant ball
fire
Be a human cannon ball
And walk on the high wire
Put on make-up, wear a wig
I'll be your tragic clown
But once you've got me up there
I
notes as I stand and deliver
Percussion isn't less, D's wear the vest
Why they dodging bullets, you should be dodging Quest
Don't get me wrong,
As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed
Well, if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball
Faith they don't wear a top to their dresses at all
Oh,
vibe
When I hit the pu-ub I
Try to give no fu-ucks by
Taking shot from left to right taking shots from left to right
I wanna wear some skinny jeans
what finger fuck you whole squad.
Forty around extendo, flipping for my kin folk
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, niggas
and my weeples natural hustlers
If you need that then come get plugged by us
223's comin' out the state from us
This is Sic' Wid It, you can't fuck wit
set to ill
Buggin' , cold havin' a ball
And somethin' 'bout Elm Street was the movie we saw
The way it started was decent
You know, nothin' real fancy
See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly
john's balls
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
(yeah)
Toss you like a fruit salad, strawberry grape you (yeah)
They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature (yeah)
Addicted to the game like
We got so much soul
You can damn near see it
Spinnin' on a forty five
I've come to the conclusion
Clear the confusion
My point is to rock
Dis
and her Audemar ya tomorrow
Order new cars and call it U-Haul
And have her move forty two closets
Worth for shoes and a new apartment
I'm ballin' he made
the killer's stand
Fuck a lemonade, but they cook it by the Minute Maid
Couple niggas hate but the best form of flattery is
When you imi-, when you imitate,
to wear the noose
Uh, no you can't cuff me, baby, let me loose
The way that I live, baby, that's a roof
Matching closet, it came with a pool
Bro moving
up, scarred hard
All he wanna know is (where my money at?)
She balls, he calls (where my money at?)
See, I'ma tell you like Wu told me
Cash Rules
one time (brrt)
1-800-Big-Vibe bling my hotline (brrt)
I don't want to share you
Only want to wear you (yeah)
Ooh, I think I like you
Skate
there waitin' for the fizz
And don't know what the fuck it is
An oh lemme tell you 'bout shorty
He about seventeen lookin' like forty
Treats his forty
let's ball on em, ball on em
Till the pops, we gon' ball on em, ball on em Get money, then we ball on em, ball on em
Hood niggas watch us You would
haters say I'm as real as they come
I'm chasin that paper, baby, however it come
From singing this song to moving yay by the ton
I bet you never seen
for you pussy
Have you like ei-ei-uh oh after the forty four blow
I get low they say I go like a pro
Its a rap when I'm dosing
You smoked like
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