Welcome to the culdesac, this is where the street ends I am just a rapper, I ain't got the time for speakin' Nigga stay weak like tornado and a tree branch I never have a weak day, my life's a long weekend Fuckin' with ya raw, bitch. My mouth should get tested Sleepin' on a nigga, hope you feel well rested Gambino stay on, can't nobody pull the cord out A nigga fucked up, like a hang gliding whore house
[Verse 1] Sick boy. Yeah, the clique on deck Yes, I rap absurd. Got the game upset And they rap about the jewelry, the weed they smoke And I rap about my life, and niggas think it's a joke, nah I only put real on a nigga Bitches see the money, try and steal on a nigga Yes, I'm on fire, you can feel it on a nigga Step away from the heat. They Shaquillin' on a nigga Treat niggas like pussy, go hard on 'em Watch the swagga get swiped like a card, bottom The swag's unique, I don't even worry 'bout 'em I got the tortoise shell frames and the argyle You wouldn't think from the things I'm fashionin' I'd get more bush than Kim Kardashian Drop hot shit. Yeah, my mouth's a laxative Born to be the greatest, this is not by accident
[Hook] Hey playa, what's good? Let me dope you Hey hater, what's hood? Let me dope you I'm on fire like wood Let me dope you And you don't wanna fuck with dude Let me dope you
[Bridge] Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit
[Verse 2] I'm a genius, I ain't gotta fake shit My cup runeth over, you can take sips I'm in a spa, white robe like a racist Niggas can't see me, I will pay for your Lasik Buck what ya heard, bitch. I'm flyer than you ever seen My wallet make paper, call it Evergreen Ashy to classy, finally got some Vaseline Live inside a sauna cause I always got my self-esteem Name in your mouth and it seems as though I struck a nerve I never fit in like my penis in these tiny girls I figured I was different from these other guys When I wrote for 30 Rock, I was under 25 These other rappers wanna fade into the background Ima stand out when these niggas done sat down I always pack heat. Yeah, my mouth need a pat down Money, girls, clothes. I don't worry about that now
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Compositor: Donald Mckinley Glover Ii (PRS)Editor: Universal Music WorksECAD verificado obra #6108543 em 22/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM