Lyrics:
y'know?
Look
I don't know where to start
But I just done my first psychodrama
And I hope the world hears my craft
I'm excited man, I pray you get
the liquor in my cup now
Look at me making these records they said I would never do it
Now they is mad that I do it
And now that I do it
Bitch you be
Bitch you
to the are double R what
Send mad cowards on they way to Allah
E-v-e, Double R What
First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, double R what
a stack of writtens, stack the menace
Depending if I'm mad, my image, mad offensive
And flexing all of my plaques, you get it? I'm mad demented
Feeling like
tryin' to get by
I stutter step like rats no cool gats
Frenchise my brother this man can pull stacks
Perhaps, your plan to go plat' just went splat
Your
my racks
Im getting mad cash with no max
Focused on this bread like I'm possessed
Bitches change but mine aren't dressed
Hitting this gas, there are
if I'm caught by you and wake up in the deep sea
When I turn the page it's like an earthquake
When I turn the page it's like an earthquake
When I turn
CBG to the world and back
M to the first letter K
(Look)
What you mad about?
Huh? What you mad about?
What you mad about? Nah tell me, what you mad
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
a set-up
Let met get my coat
Alright move slow when you get up
PT's in my crib, K9's in the front lawn
First thought's to wild, second thought
or is that war you're waging?
First born unicorn
Hardcore soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
the ground
And split like a hairline fracture
A cartoon earthquake now
It's me that you'd run after
Jump that gap
To get to my half
I wanna trust that
Y'all try to make everything white
But seeing a black elf is super tight
And now I'm gonna say it's my god-given right
Die mad about it
Die mad about it
cheese, get that dough
Well it's the first of the month my nigga so you know what it is
Let's get down to the block and get that handlin' this biz
Call
or draw
I'm still fresh white tee with my timbs soft
Heaters
I'm still topic of discussion keep the heat tucked
Bad bitch she steady getting mad cause I
Who is this I see sneaking up on me
Maybe its the man came here to change my plans
Conspiracies are really theories
Made up by a master of plans
back out in London
Out in London
These bitches hella bad out in London
Out in London
Out in London
First Class sleeping tight
It was a 12hr fight
I think
I just got paid on a Friday uh Night
And my pockets is looking mad Tight
And the girls come to me every Night
With the guap Give you taste A lil Bite
actions
In your first child i'll begin my verse now
Sometimes I speak and I feel
Like it ain't my words
Like I'm just a vessel
Channeling inside this
a liar and a in my ear
You hope you learned your lesson
The more you know it
He's gettin' mad 'cause his girl's a ho
I saw your girl ayy yo man
Saw your
i'm sitting in sand sitting in guilt surrounded
by the abandoned work frame of the house of guilt
and first founded
having astounded my neighbours with
And I just might drop it on a Thursday
So tell the industry and my enemy
That your man wouldn't follow in they rules in the first place
Thirty plus in
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
Yeeees, man
But I'm not a yes-man
Who am I?
I'm that nigga with the golden mic, I hold it tight
When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic
Smokin
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