Lyrics:
a lil' something like this
I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's
Nigga that's a fact, my guns be action packed
Blip, blap, take a nap
It's a rap when I clap you fools
Pop eleven in your back like Mac'll do
That's what
the song
Tattoos of my newborn son on my
Right arm by the psalm
I'm legendary like Iverson
Counting cash, splitting the pie with none
Never will I divide
you're facin'
Prosecution set it with your opening statement
Your honor, before we get started
I'd like to give my condolences to the family
'bout it
I get that every week like allowance
From my independent catalog
Fuck these rec league rappers tryna battle 'Bron
Stay in your lane, this is
a tapped phone, hard like concrete
So get a GRIP and don't SLIP or catch a CLIP
from the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my TARGET
The Bozack, I
there are
Different little montage clips that
You make up in your mind
Like what a day in the
Life would be like once you're a fully grown
Whatever
day, protect myself, and tote that fucking pole
I mind my business, I'm not like these niggas or these hoes
Been deceived, I know No Name'll throw them
consecutive lows (uh-huh)
While gradually, my decimals rose
Like fans in the stands, section, and rows when exitin' shows (come on)
Stare me down and you get
see is atrocities and regret yo presence
Cuz these fiends leave no witness
Dead em or run, it's all just good business
This erroneous behavior by humans
really like it raw
In the closet like the rider type of whore
By the shore, I pulled a trick on her
But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
really like it raw
In the closet like the rider type of whore
By the shore, I pulled a trick on her
But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
a lil' something like this
I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's
from a female (yeah)
But I'm a playa, ain't gonna tell you all the details (ahem)
What it entails is hard to say like sellin' seashells
By
drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well that's the way I
you've shifted
We have to take a break and
Then we're gonna show the world
Premiere of your new video
Which I absolutely love i
Love this song so much you
through for the show you ain't needed
Fuck money I'm tweaking
Fuck niggas for tweeting
Fuck love get funds, yea
Imma need a handle I'm gambling when this
I say if cutting me off, benefit you
By any means then handle your business, no I ain't tripping
Sick and tired of all that fake love shit, show me
I saw a little bit of the clips
But I feel like it doesn't do
It the justice of actually being there and
Experiencing the show in the moment
Yeah
a tapped phone, hard like concrete
So get a GRIP and don't SLIP or catch a CLIP
from the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my TARGET
The Bozack, I
a minute
You don't want no drop and get sparked like a mild the tip in
Boy get off the block you'll get caught up in wild business
Them boys they got
a grateful child I
Promise I am but church just made me cry and question why there wasn't a plan if things
Didn't go to plan
No one was there to show me my
take me oooouuu
No thoughts about suicide just suicide doors
Move with a 2 by 4 there's so much to fight for
Not enough to die for what you rap for is
on my fatiques
Once you in ain't no turnin' back
Lay yo' ass over seas
Might as well handle your business
There's no overcome to this shit
Be
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