Lyrics:
know who the fuck I am
I got plans of attack
Ready when my album starts to unpack
Facts about me on every track
No cap this is my flashback
Yeah I got
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin'
ain't no need for talkin'
Keep your opinions, when I'm finished, you gon' need a coffin
Out in my city, cameras flashing like The Beatles walkin'
thoroughbred, played con like a pro
Man I'm tryin' to tell you, I had a money makin' ho
But the Sunset track got stale, Cookie went to jail
Had to sling a little
a reason
And you know what's up, I got no time
I'm breezing
And I know you niggas have got straps but
The only thing you buss is semen
Please, you
cash
Plus every good girl wanna go bad
And Playboy mags like Stacy Dash
Or Kim Kardash and be a lady aaaat it
You know what's the crazy thing,
Some
not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know
seeds, I ain't no gardener, but you can call me Levi.
I'm cutting up in the kitchen, yeah, but don't call me Eli
I'm straight cooking in the hills, like
back at you spat
You touch moms I'd probably beat on yours with a Hood track
You don't know what Hood we from
(East side, East side, East side)
What are
drinks have been given to me
I got some women that's livin' off me
Paid for their flights and hotels, I'm ashamed
Bet that you know them, I won't say no
If I'm corny, at least I'm putting work in the fields
All you do is jack off and lurk in our heels
So what the fuck do you know about being spat on?
A little too turnt, cause I'm tired of being conscious
Her booty moving like a track meet, when she pop it
Girl you running on my mind, you must run
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
(KE on the Track) kodak, Kodak Black
Balling on these niggas
Don't act like you don't know, pussy
Me and Momo riding in a Chevy
(We sittin' high)
Always on your mind and it ain’t no cap yuh
Sweetermans you know we all snacks
Motion, Betta Boyz, Slim and Al on the track
Good kid
With the bad man flow
the funk (if you're wanna have a good time)
And roll! To a funky place
I'm rolling (where?)
To a to a to a funky funky place
I'm rolling! To a funky
sits in the midst of us, yeah it's quite mysterious
No you're not delirious, I'm serious, it's clear to us
Add some crystals, gonna see gold
Then
Late nights I cried
Late nights I cried for you, but you selfish don’t know my pain, my pain for you, no more champagne I can not, take it no I can
Won't last too long when you're fakin the funk
I'm the master rapper, so unique
Clap my hand when I want my freak
You can't deny it, you know I'm right
and during the show
Has no bearing on the bad news I'm bearing, whoa
What is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushing you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if
I'm
Sittin' here on the Group W bench, 'cause you want to know if I'm moral
Enough to join the army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after
the funk (if you're wanna have a good time)
And roll! To a funky place
I'm rolling (where?)
To a to a to a funky funky place
I'm rolling! To a funky
track off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
You know where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat,
at track one
Track nine
Track nine
What to do
What's changed by track nine
New motivation fueling my drive
May be blasphemous to say
But I'm kinda divine
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