Lyrics

Yuh Donotello I've been rocking black jeans, mismatched socks Stripes around the hoodie with the karats on the watch Lil shorty hit me up saying bet you tryna talk I don't want a conversation all I really want is knots Pumas on the feet all green like the crop That I'm tokin swear gelato got me feeling out the box .18 jugging with the homies, fucking thots Moving packs like clockwork screaming fuck a cop I don't really give a fuck what a bitch say Working till my wrist paid Step inside my dojo and I'll show you I'm the sensei I'm insane, I've been great this ain't new Knock the pussy out the park just like I'm Babe Ruth 'Bout say fuck all my teachers 'cause I hate school Say they've been calling me different I've been the same dude But now I just come in and I body beats so the thang blue But I ain't even sweating 'cause this ain't even my debut At the top but still giving out toe tags You rappers hella goofy and you spit like you know rap You talk about the chains but the flow in your notepad Is making me sick you should giving your flows back I'm sleep, fucking deceased Laughing so hard got me weak in the knees Bitch, I'm a beast, that's the word on the street They don't fuck with the kid they can suck on my meat Donotello say that shit 'till I'm six feet deep Donutboys a rookie and I'm coming with the heat I'm putting wax-up in the woods and mixing acid with the tree Homie said to me I'll make it, gotta take it with an ease Motherfucker, I'm a deity these people at my feet And I know these rats mad cause a youngin getting cheese Siouxer blood up in my veins and my heart filled with greed Bitch I'm with the enlightened, and we the ones up on the scene You don't want no smoke, we come blazing and it reek Bitch I take a rapper head off any day of the week Take a walk-up in their room see me praise and they preach Rap shit fuck around and then it made me a beast That's saying the least of it, I plead the fifth You rappers all weak as shit, need to grip Belt two, jeans is six, I'm leaving crisp You talking swear you need a grip Bitch, we making classics They not familiar, they looking, they squinting like they needing glasses Roll with a bad bitch, and you know all my gang With me and we moving the dope out the plastics Shit it just happens, checking my fashion Dripping in Nike my bitch Steven Madden Get in the game and they know I'm a savage Say it again bitch we making these classics
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