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Pistol peaking out the side of my mattress
Hiding the cash filling caskets
Higher than gas for that maverick
Half of the battle is won
Though I wont sit back and just watch
If I had a stack for every time I didn't crack
I'd have lots
I had to hustle for that bread
You know ya boy don't steal
The grind don't stop and when the cops involved
Ya boy don't squeal
No I got ethics
To get technical ya boy got real
Yeah I got methods
Watch me turn this bitch up right here
I leave em breathless when requested
I suggest you don't step
No hesitation
In their place they go when facing a threat.
Said I would make it back in grade school
I ain't taking it back
Im on my way appreciate the patience
Hope ya'll know that
I got some projects I been working on since 2011
Spent me like 7 damn years
To get out with my message
Im my worst skeptic
A perfectionist professors ain't having
No time invested In classes
I got myself other passions
This rap shit
Make em BADSHIT
Crazy that'll happen
Baby I go spastic
Causing all this traffic
(Uh)
They go BADSHIT
Yeah they go BADSHIT
Baby they go BADSHIT
Yeah They go BADSHIT
Crazy, I don't blame em
I been working them like magic
Boy I run the game
Like I was running on that track
Shit is habit
I got visions
It don't hurt to imagine
I freed my mind from the prison
My soul seemed to inhabit
I got my whole life
Straight ahead so I'm just living
Been writing all night
Accounting for the time Im spending
Alone, said goodbye drama
Fuck a problem, we good
By any means
I stack the green
She gripping grain like my wood
I get the bag, been gettin brain
She get the fame they all want
Don't say we homies ya'll don't know me
Yet my name they gon flaunt
I got the game in my palm
Baby you could say I'm gon stunt
Gon murder shit
I grip the mic as tight as tourniquets, son
Though I show love when I roll up
But there no love shown back
Know I got trust issues
From some motherfuckers who lack
Conscience, Im hugging the mac
Until I be under attack
And braapp
Boy thats a rap
Im that boy with a knack
They spazz quicker than liquor dun hit my liver
In fact
The pack thicker than Niki
Been sick as hookies gon act
I got em hooked like its crack
Man they don't go back after that
They getting shook like a mat
Ain't no half - assin
Know that
This rap shit
Make em BADSHIT
Crazy that'll happen
Baby I go spastic
Causing all this traffic
(Uh)
They go BADSHIT
Yeah they go BADSHIT
Baby they go BADSHIT
Yeah They go BADSHIT
Crazy, I don't blame em
I been working them like magic
Boy I run the game
Like I was running on that track
Shit is habit
I got visions
It don't hurt to imagine
I freed my mind from the prison
My soul seemed to inhabit
I got some hoes, right
They be all around, sing with me
I got the flow like
Golf of Mexico
Come swim in the sound like all night
Ladies loose their clothes
On the low ain't gon a tell a soul, right
She gon tell her whole click
Still gon ring my phone like
She gon get some more dick
Girl Im on my fourth bitch since 4 in the morning
Its noon they still swarming
They dance to the chorus
I sting like a hornet
And knock them out orbit
WRITERS
Chance Thomas
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