Songtexte

Yo, just waking up And I'm kind of sick So here goes my best shit My best try My best attempt Check it, I'm feeling like PicBascassquiato And the clabber in thick ass match staccato Strings, I look at the big mass and wonder If I will be the nigga who spit ash and thunder at the same time I guess not, I hit Psymun up for the beats Twist the left knob, sweet Now the head nod easin' And no giving dick for a change So you can't tell me that's not decent And I ain't finna grub if the rest not eatin' That's fam, looking to progress not feature But if I'm in a rut, better bet I'll see you at 5 Bills eitherwise Chill nigga, you just a villian in disguise And ill till his death's last breath's to the sky But he's still too depressed to accept compromise So until then guess your best bet's step aside Jive niggas
Writer(s): Simon Christensen, Montrell Haymon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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