Lazy Boy

Top of the morning

Feeling awesome

I'm just a lazy boy this autumn

Count up the money got no problems

They want my babies shit no condoms

Fighting my way to the top

Man stardom

Rolling in paper and then you just flaunt em

Stick out your tongue and then you just

Taunt em sit on my throne

And I just ignore them

This is the sound that you people deserve

Sit in the corner

I'm going bezerk

Watching these haters

Just fuck up the words

I'm coming with vengeance

I'm building my worth

Take a step back

These bitches absurd

Stray sheep

Don't fuck with your herd

Y'all act cheap

Cause your vision is blurred

Pull out the 40s call my pack

Shoutout the homies got my back

These bitches so notty

Got me trapped

So many warnings I stay strapped

Mothers be mourning bodies wrapped

Their sons in a coffin

Play it back

Mistakes from the past

Cant correct that uh huh

Top of the morning

Feeling awesome

I'm just a lazy boy this autumn

Count up the money got no problems

They want my babies shit no condoms

Fighting my way to the top

Man stardom

Rolling in paper and then you just flaunt em

Stick out your tongue and then you just

Taunt em sit on my throne

And I just ignore them

Feelin the pressure, still i be snapping with minimum effort

I listen to beats and i kill em in minutes

As real as they comin, boy this ain't no gimmick

Know what im feelin I'm raising my ceiling

Im testing my limits as long as im breathing

We always go hard no this not a scrimmage

Get lost in these bars like it was a prison

Switch up the flow on you hoes for no reason

Ice cold, got these bitches freezin

Psycho, little bit deceiving

Still i always be appealing

Back to back to back i snap on tracks

Bitch im strapped with gats, I'll cap yo ass so fast

If you yap ill zap and blast your bastard ass

And attack you with these master gangster raps

Best believe i got the recipe to cook lyrics

But you ain't heard the best of me bitch

Im stressin gotta figure out how to jot my true feelings

So i can be a true legend, spew venom like the mamba, rest in peace

If you step to me i respectfully gotta warn you

That i ain't got no empathy

I'll cut your balls off like a damn vasectomy, bitch

No degree but making money

Our education was a big hoax

I sold drugs I did this

From a young age I've been that

I played cards with my college fees

Poker face like bin laden

I did win a lotta cash dominant

Figured out them money games I meditate on percocets

I was cooking epiphany learn my hustle from the best

While making a packet of past-ah

While you be chilling with snakes

I feel like a pastor fit in a casket

All you brown boys been talking all that gang shit

Have you ever seen raw blood

Blood in my hands

Blood on my shoes

Split that brown boys face into two

Disfigured the face that fucked with my ego

Sinister mind so I put a heat show

Boom boom pow pow call it finito

12 in the night hear ring ring

Knock knock on the door like shiiiiii

Mama looking out through the peep hole

Crying out loud like the popos here

Section 307 fuck 12 like who you gonna call

Riddle me this like who you gonna call

Nah I ain't saying I'm proud of that

I've been assaulted I've been the victim

Karmas a bitch so I've learnt my lesson

Never wanna see my mama cry

Never wanna see no blood again

So 666 Sacrifice my better self

To the money and to the devil things

Top of the morning

Feeling awesome

I'm just a lazy boy this autumn

Count up the money got no problems

They want my babies shit no condoms

Fighting my way to the top

Man stardom

Rolling in paper and then you just flaunt em

Stick out your tongue and then you just

Taunt em sit on my throne

And I just ignore them