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Attic
by Cartier Jacob
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(Oh My God)
(B*tch im so divine)
(F*ck you talm bout, Go)
I keep taking drugs, turned to a attic
(Turn to a attic)
I got bad nerves so I gotta have it
(Man I gotta have it)
I can't get caught lackin so I keep a ratchet
(And I keep that ratchet)
(Man dat sh*t was traggic)
He got hit with heat, shooting sh*t like Dragic
(Shooting sh*t like Dragic)
But I ain't ina streets, ima let you have it
(And I let you have it)
Ima keep rapping till I get a Patek
(B*tch I need a Patek)
And b*tch I'm fighting demons, youn wanna want no static
You don't want no smoke
He don't want no smoke
Gas what I smoke
30's what I tote
(Dats what I tote)
Nasty lil b*tch, she be hella wet
Let me drive da boat
(Drive da boat)
Got caught in a jam, twelve locked me up
And they took my pole
(Took my pole)
Aye b*tch im heaven sent I ain't even tweaking, I ain't on parole
(No parole b*tch)
Now I'm out the way, getting all da money, rocking out the shows
(Rocking shows b*tch)
Either way it go ima keep balling
B*tch I'm in that mode
Aye if you sending shots dissing on the net, p*ssy let me know
(Let me know)
Aye look me in my eyes all I see is red, ima let it blow
(Ion second guess)
Stand on my money 7ft tall
Like I'm Bol Bol
Balling like the nuggets, b*tch im hella cold
Rubber band man pockets don't fold
(It don't fold)
Since a young n*gga had a heart of gold
(Heart of gold)
Just a young n*gga rolling up the dope
(Roll the dope)
They say life a game, I got the remote control
(Remote control b*tch)
Smoke exotic runtz you can taste it when you hit it
(This dat real gas)
Got exotic b*tch, big ol' ass, big ol' titties
(She got a big ol' ass)
I ran up a 30, touched a 40 then a 50
(I touched a 50)
N*ggas envy I can see it
(I can see it)
You want smoke b*tch let's get it
(B*tch let's get it)
Do yo homework n*gga yeen know
(do yo homework n*gga)
How we walk em down, and turned em to a John Doh
(Fa, Fa, Fa)
Do yo homework n*gga yeen know
(Do yo homework n*gga)
How I keep da number 9 like Rajon Rondo
You ain't ina streets for real, lil n*gga ducking pot holes
You ain't won't no beef for real, you betta duck yo taco
Yea I got a freak lil b*tch she dance just like Mulatto
N*gga you ain't high as me cause I be full of drugs though
(Agh, Agh)
I keep taking drugs, turned to a attic
(Turn to a attic)
I got bad nerves so I gotta have it
(Man I gotta have it)
I can't get caught lackin so I keep a ratchet
(B*tch I keep a ratchet)
(Man dat sh*t was traggic)
He got hit with heat, shooting sh*t like Dragic
(Shooting sh*t like Dragic)
But I ain't ina streets, ima let you have it
(Man yall n*gga got it)
Ima keep rapping till I get a Patek
(B*tch I need a Patek)
And b*tch I'm fighting demons, youn wanna want no static
(you dont want no static)
(Youn want no smoke, youn want no smoke)
(Youn want no smoke, youn want no smoke)
(Oh My God)
(B*tch im so divine)
(F*ck you talm bout, Go)
I keep taking drugs, turned to a attic
(Turn to a attic)
I got bad nerves so I gotta have it
(Man I gotta have it)
I can't get caught lackin so I keep a ratchet
(And I keep that ratchet)
(Man dat sh*t was traggic)
He got hit with heat, shooting sh*t like Dragic
(Shooting sh*t like Dragic)
But I ain't ina streets, ima let you have it
(And I let you have it)
Ima keep rapping till I get a Patek
(B*tch I need a Patek)
And b*tch I'm fighting demons, youn wanna want no static
You don't want no smoke
He don't want no smoke
Gas what I smoke
30's what I tote
(Dats what I tote)
Nasty lil b*tch, she be hella wet
Let me drive da boat
(Drive da boat)
Got caught in a jam, twelve locked me up
And they took my pole
(Took my pole)
Aye b*tch im heaven sent I ain't even tweaking, I ain't on parole
(No parole b*tch)
Now I'm out the way, getting all da money, rocking out the shows
(Rocking shows b*tch)
Either way it go ima keep balling
B*tch I'm in that mode
Aye if you sending shots dissing on the net, p*ssy let me know
(Let me know)
Aye look me in my eyes all I see is red, ima let it blow
(Ion second guess)
Stand on my money 7ft tall
Like I'm Bol Bol
Balling like the nuggets, b*tch im hella cold
Rubber band man pockets don't fold
(It don't fold)
Since a young n*gga had a heart of gold
(Heart of gold)
Just a young n*gga rolling up the dope
(Roll the dope)
They say life a game, I got the remote control
(Remote control b*tch)
Smoke exotic runtz you can taste it when you hit it
(This dat real gas)
Got exotic b*tch, big ol' ass, big ol' titties
(She got a big ol' ass)
I ran up a 30, touched a 40 then a 50
(I touched a 50)
N*ggas envy I can see it
(I can see it)
You want smoke b*tch let's get it
(B*tch let's get it)
Do yo homework n*gga yeen know
(do yo homework n*gga)
How we walk em down, and turned em to a John Doh
(Fa, Fa, Fa)
Do yo homework n*gga yeen know
(Do yo homework n*gga)
How I keep da number 9 like Rajon Rondo
You ain't ina streets for real, lil n*gga ducking pot holes
You ain't won't no beef for real, you betta duck yo taco
Yea I got a freak lil b*tch she dance just like Mulatto
N*gga you ain't high as me cause I be full of drugs though
(Agh, Agh)
I keep taking drugs, turned to a attic
(Turn to a attic)
I got bad nerves so I gotta have it
(Man I gotta have it)
I can't get caught lackin so I keep a ratchet
(B*tch I keep a ratchet)
(Man dat sh*t was traggic)
He got hit with heat, shooting sh*t like Dragic
(Shooting sh*t like Dragic)
But I ain't ina streets, ima let you have it
(Man yall n*gga got it)
Ima keep rapping till I get a Patek
(B*tch I need a Patek)
And b*tch I'm fighting demons, youn wanna want no static
(you dont want no static)
(Youn want no smoke, youn want no smoke)
(Youn want no smoke, youn want no smoke)
