Songteksten

These niggas losing their minds you find that theres no reward They say they already home it's really clear they abroad They sound like they boxed in it's not just where they record There's a cost to be the boss they can't clearly afford Swear to the Lord, these guns like the audience You put on a show, my 40 clearly applauds Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored Plotting on a Kanye, but screaming where's my award Ballin out of control, never won an ESPY Bout to buy a black ghost an call tha shit SP Flow outta this World, I'm coming for my Moon man You niggas slide back like that walkin on the moon dance No glitter gleam, handgun with a beam Like you could fuck with me oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam aint the only ones with a dream I'm a grown ass man, this kid a teen You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream Audi coupe looking good so I went and copped it Got that TT poppin' like a trending topic My ride is matt black my pride is that jack It might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked Anyway though, styles don't apply to me Jeff Goldblum couldn't be more fly than me Shorty say right after the suck fuck proof You hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose You shoulda got the message that I chuck deuce Break em off and leave it you seen my fucked up tooth It's fucka bitch, there's more fish in the aquarium I rarely hear no, like when niggas ask you to marry them There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them
Writer(s): Christopher Charles Lloyd, Joseph Anthony Budden, John David Jackson, Ryan D. Montgomery, Jonas Cardim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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