Malicious Intentions

(RA the God) Look, rolling around with malicious intentions Waps with extensions, look like cord Bikes on wires, dot dots sawn Never seen a green giant, but I've seen nuff corn Undies in a unmarked Ford I'm wid folks on the strip and it's lively There's about four years on my waist Let alone what I got in this Dri-Fit Nike fleece Two long pipes on the-, yeah, and they're Siamese I beg a man act up, I'll tan him Folks ain't gotta ask me if I brang it Snap it, fill it to the max and bang it Cream of the crop like Randy Savage The bells out the dots turn my man cabbage The teeth on rams left dukie ravaged Same time, I'm tryna level up and live lavish Can't sign who? I know you can't manage Try call for a two and a blue from a half I don't know why dukes tryna be smart Tryna line up a movie, I ain't that daft Try run, never made it far Try drive off and then crashed his car Never backed his shank, can he ain't got heart All I heard was, "Bear," "Hubbub," and "Hurrah" I'm on the strip, battling with my conscience This hotline bling and there's nonsense Shank on ya waist and you think it ain't obvious Akhi, when are you going Jumu'ah? To tell the truth, I'm mentally scarred Fighting a war inside, it's dark I ain't tryna sit and fixate on my past I'd rather smoke weed and fixate on my tasks Rolling around with malicious intentions Waps with extensions, look like cord Bikes on wires, dot dots sawn Never seen a green giant, but I've seen nuff corn Undies in a unmarked Ford I'm wid folks on the strip and it's lively There's about four years on my waist Let alone what I got in this Dri-Fit Nike fleece Push weight like the gym Same time, punching a clock, Mike Tyson If he knows what's best, he'll approach with sense But he don't, so he ate half of my ching I don't know why they love pree my ting It's all games till a man green light him Back mine out of the sheath, and dice him Send me the addy, my boy, stop typing I got what you need, link me by the best one I don't do ticks, you're smoking spice The food that I serve sent man to the moon And I'm letting it go at a normal price Grab a pack, bruck it down and then watch it fly I need racks, even feds know that a man's live I sell weed, I'm tryna better my life I got what you need, hurry up and buy Rolling around with malicious intentions Waps with extensions, look like cord Bikes on wires, dot dots sawn Never seen a green giant, but I've seen nuff corn Undies in a unmarked Ford I'm wid folks on the strip and it's lively There's about four years on my waist Let alone what I got in this Dri-Fit Nike fleece Two long pipes on the-, yeah, and they're Siamese I beg a man act up, I'll tan him Folks ain't gotta ask me if I brang it Snap it, fill it to the max and bang it Cream of the crop like Randy Savage The bells out the dots turn my man cabbage The teeth on rams left dukie ravaged Same time, I'm tryna level up and live lavish Oh my God, oh my God