Fresh Out the Barber Chair

Fresh out the barber chair Go pick up the bros Hit plug then pick up the load He just up the road On top like look out below Spit coke can’t breathe up my nose well (well what) Well less I wanna go there But nope I’m sick in my own Don’t need all the blow Type shit have me stick up the sto Or grip up ya throat and Esophagus I’m like damn p try n be the pacifist (uh huh) How I always end up on the Opposite Lil something in my blood and consciousness My great great grandma used to cotton pick (I know) Damn P please drop the shit But How tf lm posed to drop the drop shit When kids still get merked by the cops and shit It’s a democracy you gotta talk and shit Nah But anyway, I’m in the stu straight knockin shit You Know I live in this bitch no stoppin in Hunnit hours on the week what I’m clockin in Name the booth Chris Paul Cause it Rocket ship me And my dogs out the atmosphere Big T run show like Popovich, He like to take big risk fuck consequence And I’m fine wit it (And im fine wit it) Think that’s why the muh fucka so good at monopoly We try Turn some small to metropolis Gotta semi- long list of Accomplishments But it’s not finished, (but its not finished) If I die for it is, no apocalypse Its not the end of the world, nah it kinda is See Ima prodigy, gotta prophecy When God talk to me, and he be chiming in He say I gotta win (P You Gotta Win) That my dog, one day man we gotta link Gotta say thank you for the scholarship You know, Pickin out a path for the problem kid You know, Giving me a craft I could polish wit He deserve all credit and acknowledgement Not no fuckin record labels who want five percent (Not no fuckin record labels who want five percent) (Look Look) Yeah yeah I grew up little Pot to Piss But since I’m the shit It’s a pot to shit Not the nicest shit But was comfortable Like my Crocs and shit But don’t get it twist You won’t make in a mile in my Mockasins (You won’t make a mile in my moccasins) (Yeah) You won’t make a mile in my mockasins (You won’t make a mile in my moccasins) (Yeah) Plus the curly locks, get me compliments Girlies come by 2, like they Pac and shit But da girls have ways, of distracting kids Like back inna day, I was Locking lips On the highschool stage, Wit my soccer chick (That’s on the highschool stage wit my soccer chick) Used to gimme top for my class and shit I’m not gassin shit that’s all facts n shit I ain’t tryna be on no Braggin shit Just thought that I would establish it Please excuse my voice on some raspy shit I just popped some shit And I’m off the shits I live cautionless Got a Raunchy chick Got a bossy chick Got a awkward chick Got ballsy bitch who ain’t never scared of no argument Got a sporty chick, she just ball and shit Got a grown ass chick, Wit a awesome kid That’s a Arsenal And you empty hand, that’s unfortunate But just hit my phone, I can sort some shit Just don’t try for mine, put a fork in it (Put a fork in it yeah) Got a little freak From the Middle East every fit on fleek, she be scorching shit And she love eat but she not gon eat if it’s pork in it I support the shit She support the kid But I lost the chick She want more from me And that’s forcing it How unfortunate See Rap is like Sorcery the odds disproportionate My angel say no he didn’t My devil say course he did My ego at war wit me But I just ignore the shit Ya ego born to break It’s fragile like porcelain I found a lil groove and spot I don’t follow rules or abide I live in the booth and the box But I can do suit and a tie Regardless of hoopin or not Imma be shooting my shot Wondering who can deny I just want the loot and the power I just want loot (yeah) Got nothing to lose A Shooter gone shoot The fuck you gon do (yeah) We Plottin on food Till money on cool And tummy on full (yeah) Was a funny young bull Now she wanna young bull And she wanna come through (Yeah) Man it always Come full (Yeah) I found a lil groove and spot I don’t follow rules or abide I live in the booth and the box But I can do suit and a tie Regardless of hoopin or not (shit) Imma be shooting my shot Wondering who can deny I just want the loot and the power I just want loot (yeah) Got nothing to lose A Shooter gone shoot The fuck you gon do (yeah) We Plottin on food Till money on cool And tummy on full (yeah) Was a funny young bull Now she wanna young bull And she wanna come through (yeah) Man it always Come full Man they always come (What the Fuck they gon do)