Sport

Aye two plus two that equals four I'm riding around and I put it in sport They say I am broke but the same people poor I'm making it rain you can tell by the score Count up the racks, count up the stacks I have been down but fuck I am back I got the map, where are you at? Give me a beat, I'm gon spit on the track I got the money and then come the woman My lyrics cut deep you can feel the incision Stop playing dumb and just make a decision And don't bring up the past bitch stop reminiscing Or you gon regret I'll dip so fast you'll think I'm a jet zoom, zoom, zoom come the checks And they keep on coming, so don't say I'm broke when your checks arent nothing Damn, I need to calm down They all go crazy when I come around They know I am hard they can tell by the sound Fucking a bitch she can feel when I pound I feel so high like I'm in the clouds My ancestors yeah they gon be proud Your money soft, like less than a ounce My money heavy it's weighing me down My flow you can't match I ain't the fastest but I can assure that I skirt like a scat Pack fucking his bitch in the back I know he mad but he know I'm his dad-dy Fuck then I leave I pop a pill now I feel like a leaf I be so high like a bird in a tree Or a bird in the sky They all want my downfall like bitch I'm still high They want me to die But bitch I'm still here And go talk that shit cuz you think I can't hear You think your so special like you went on a trip and came back with a souvenir Am I making it clear? You a fuck boy or maybe a queer I'm not making wishes but If I'm being honest I just want your ass to disappear you hear