Sim Dope

Mama Africa Mama Africa Hands in the air if you been broke I see millionaires, making bread that's the angle Private jet Benzo, can't see through the window So if I die I pray to God, He brings me back to Sim Dope Sim Dope 911 rims spokes Back when it was college I would've came out with crib notes (crib notes) Teachers say he got a problem dealing with the temple But you ain't even fucking with his gym clothes Don't see the roof, that's German auto JC Le Roux, one thousand bottles I see the truth, it's the land of promise Call me the proof, I'm just being honest Oh, oh, Mama Africa Mama Africa Mama Africa Hands in the air, if you been broke I see millionaires, making bread that's the angle Private jet Benzo, can't see through the window So if I die I pray to God, He brings me back to Sim Dope Sometimes I look at my mother, I think of what could've been Imagine building a palace that's only fit for a queen My daddy climbed up the ladder until he ran out of steam Reputation was damaged but never ran out of dreams That's why I talk in my sleep Fortunately my esteem is all for people who awfully talk it even in the street Especially if all of the talking is cheap I got the recipe making beats with my enemies my conscience is clean, oh Don't see the roof, that's German auto JC Le Roux, one thousand bottles I see the truth, it's the land of promise Call me the proof, I'm just being honest Oh, oh, Mama Africa Mama Africa Mama Africa Hands in the air, if you been broke I see millionaires, making bread that's the angle Private jet Benzo, can't see through the window So if I die I pray to God he brings me back to Sim Dope Yeah, I'm in this bitch with Mandela They put my name in the envelope you should fuck with the winners You got some buzz from your single but that's just luck for beginners I'm coming back in another life just to stunt on your children Uh, drop top for the summer time Proposing this toast focused on goals like I'm number nine Every one of these flows my foes gone analyze Eyes closed while I fantasize Nice clothes in my jewelry ice-cold like Savannah Dry Power moves being strategized So if I die I'm leaving behind some read dope Bring me back to Sim Dope there's still hope Hands in the air, if you been broke I see millionaires, making bread that's the angle Private jet Benzo, can't see through the window So if I die I pray to God, He bring me back to Sim Dope