Santa Clause

My life is like a movie, check the analog (Listen)

Street quarterback, I just hand it off

Keep me out your business if I'm not involved

I'll creep through your spot like I'm Santa Claus

This beef shit is old, it ain't new to me (It ain't new to me)

This game took a change, yeah, brutally (Brutally)

Lucky I ain't trippin' like I used to be

'Cause I be snatchin' rap **** right up out they jewelry (Facts)

The plug just hit me, say he ready for me (Say he ready)

My Italian bitch say she got spaghetti for me (Mwah)

The funky-ass feds dropped a levy on me

Plus Messy Mar lookin' for me, so I'm getting on him (Yeah)

Bully, huh? (Bully) Fully, huh? (Fakin')

Truth is the **** really Willy Wonk (Sweet)

I coulda pulled the plug, cut his circuit off (Over with)

Instead I'm on his head, he gotta work it off (Haha)

I'm prayin' for the day that I'm in front of you (I'm in front of you)

I'm still tryna find out what you're gonna do (What you're gonna do)

I probably couldn't stop it if I wanted to (Uh-uh)

Real Crest **** on your head, tryna gun at you (Yee)

You broke the internet, ****, run with it (Run with it)

I see you doin' bad, I'm havin' fun with it (Fun with it)

And I'm thinkin' how you runnin' your mouth

While you speedballin' dope, sleepin' under a house, fuck

My life is like a movie, check the analog (Listen)

Street quarterback, I just hand it off

Keep me out your business if I'm not involved

I'll creep through your spot like I'm Santa Claus

This beef shit is old, it ain't new to me (It ain't new to me)

This game took a change, yeah, brutally (Brutally)

Lucky I ain't trippin' like I used to be

'Cause I be snatchin' rap **** right up out they jewelry

If you know they on your head, you better carry it (Keep it)

It's a body on that boy, you better bury it (Tuck it)

You got a gut feeling, take it serious

Whatever you do, stay away from fuck ****, period (Get it, get it)

Look her in her eye, what you need her for? (What you need her for?)

I tell a bitch bye, I don't need a ho (Sorry, bitch)

I throw it in the sky, I'm a boss, bitch (I'm a boss, bitch)

Then I get it all back, I ain't lost shit (Wow)

I'm out here breakin' records while I run around (I run around)

She put her **** second when I come in town (Come in town)

I leave her ass guessin' like she spun around

Told her if I run up in that pussy, I ain't comin' down (Ooh)

He lost his lil' shooter, he a marked man (Uh-oh)

And you don't play his music, you a smart fan (Smart, smart)

And he don't do shows, they ain't safe for him

And if you love Messy Mar, bitch, pray for him

My life is like a movie, check the analog (Listen)

Street quarterback, I just hand it off

Keep me out your business if I'm not involved

I'll creep through your spot like I'm Santa Claus

This beef shit is old, it ain't new to me (It ain't new to me)

This game took a change, yeah, brutally (Brutally)

Lucky I ain't trippin' like I used to be

'Cause I be snatchin' rap **** right up out they jewelry