Meet the Simba

Ballin like the playoffs Get the money takeoff Niggas never be on shit Niggas on a lay off I was full of love But it didn't take the hate off Niggas round the wrong niggas End up in a spray off Illest wit the water gun They was only kids Now he coppin all the guns Nigga what a switch He saw other Niggas growin But he late to bloom And he don't really got a image Gotta shake the room You a god Then you don't need religion Wasn't act wit no faith It was a clean decision Too much loses tryna be a winner Feelin hunger I ain't need a dinner Now I'm buildin Now I need the timber I could run into a hook up Ion need a tinder Pacific deep Need a fighter ion need a swimmer Roll a fatty, ion need it thinner Need the fatty and I need the simba Shit get real When you meet December When all ya goals Is at the same distance And they trippin Tryna change quicker You and broke Is in the same sentence Everyday you tryna find the fixer And it got you bitter Stayin on the grams Stayin off the twitters Now you prayin for the summer Prayin for a Rollie Prayin for a prayer Prayin for a shawty You ain't prayin for ya fam Prayin for ya homies You gon pray until the casket Wit no grind just quote me Ain't holding tongues If you play me close You talkin funny I can't take a joke She movin funny Couldn't take the stroke Her mouth good Couldn't save the throat He a dog but couldn't take the goat And that shit is in my name Put it on a chain If I'm tryna find the chicken Put it in my brain uh Did it in the snow did it in the rain Did it while I'm gucci Did it thru the pain When you talkin better say it proper Pay respect or you gon pay ya doctor Got creative and it made me prosper He broke a vow Then propose the chopper He broke the law Then he told the coppers When you see me shout Better let it flocka Niggas better keep house Cuz I could fold a boxer Thicker skin I could hold a lobster Double lives yeah I know imposters Slower than Tyler movies When I blow the Tasha Better hustle I could sell the massa Another classic when I hit the Stu Top spitta thinkin if it's true Top stealer thinkin if it's you Top sinners thinkin if it's through But the evil livin longer I live a different truth Had a goal but it's gettin farther When it's cold shit be hittin harder No more talkin I be getting martyred Ballin like I'm Styboy But It's gettin darker Send his shot Ibaka Shit be slow But never seen me lackin And never seen me stackin Spittin dope so I need it patented Love December No more being stagnant