Lyrics:
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
The shit on my mind kinda hard to get off
Play the game with the cards I was handed (yeah)
What good is your spot when the power is off
And you still
Yeah
Uh huh yeah
All I need is Jesus love
I don't think that you can help yeah
I'm still thankful that you chose me
Pour the drank and sip the cup
just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by
just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by
liver (lil' baby)
But not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor, huh (still drinkin')
Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pshh)
Thought I
on the wall
That I think my daughter drew as a rainbow
You're standing in a pentacle
Being judged by lower level personnel
Garth Brooks said I have friends in
by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one (yeah)
You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out of the hood
That's
care
And I think we forget that great experiences in the, in humanity
Go on for decades, centuries, sometimes millennia
Before we really know how
the paystub, take it to the bank (yeah)
I think the flight to Vegas done turned me to the faces of Satan
Yet again (oh my god)
I got a couple of muhfuckas
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
can't get convo's from me
I'm high out my mind I can barely talk
You can work every move that you want, It ain't shit you can think ian' already thought
800 capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I ain't gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't Twelve, but if I like it I cop it
I met papi and he said he
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
because he thinks he's still the angel that glows
Nevertheless, the nefarious serpent continues to repose
And as this song flows as well as rows
He
block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find
Mother
Coming off broken hearted And I think she love it
Had to Cut my Cape Off I ain't saving nothing
Fucked her self esteem I cum to make some money
tried to spin, he crashed da whip
I think they all dykes,
Whip a bitch and hook er by a chain
My name Roadhog
This nigga tried ta front
He caught a shot,
Posted on the block
I was Choppin up game
Nah we aint the same
I done been through pain
Feel like Vince Carter by the way I hang
Feel like im Keef
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
at the stars
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, you dancing with the star
Gucci Mane so geeked up, he don't care you light or dark ho
I just paid 300 cause didn't
Carter, he a little prince ayy
Get that, like Vince Carter
You too dumb, I've been smarter
at the stars pink sweat suit's
Lapearla drawers girl I'm still trying
To find a flaw
By your side boy here I stand
If you're looking for a lover
Then baby here
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