[Intro]
Yeah, we don't wanna do anything to scare your children, that's the last thing we wanna do
We don't wanna scare anybody
[Verse 1: Aminon]
I don't work with fellas, only spittin' bars with gentlemen
I neva get my hands off of the wheel
Because I’m never lack of patience
Damn patient with em dwellers
I collect all of my power like em fuckin Rockefellers
Numbers, the only thing I see is fuckin numbers
Hunger, these bitches spreadin’ money on my face I’m gettin’ younger
Dough that I refused from this industry’s gettin laundered
How do I get fame if I don’t wanna sign a record deal
Don’t wanna look in telescopes I make em wanna look at me
Flippin pages, skippin all em witches hatin’
Curses on my head but my religion isn’t fishing phrases
No, I don’t give a fuck
I put them letters in my socks
I ain’t Santa but I’m
Drinkin all the milk outta the cups
Lactose tolerant, flowin’ around
Your face is my deodorant
The odorants I choose are
Strictly vivid cause I like the scent
Fifty senses, I see your damn pockets
And that fifty cent
Sisters always watching cause I’m distant
Always jogging to a place what everyone is calling planet Asteris, MAC-11 in my
Face But i'm too busy mastering
Yeah, we don't wanna do anything to scare your children, that's the last thing we wanna do
We don't wanna scare anybody
[Verse 1: Aminon]
I don't work with fellas, only spittin' bars with gentlemen
I neva get my hands off of the wheel
Because I’m never lack of patience
Damn patient with em dwellers
I collect all of my power like em fuckin Rockefellers
Numbers, the only thing I see is fuckin numbers
Hunger, these bitches spreadin’ money on my face I’m gettin’ younger
Dough that I refused from this industry’s gettin laundered
How do I get fame if I don’t wanna sign a record deal
Don’t wanna look in telescopes I make em wanna look at me
Flippin pages, skippin all em witches hatin’
Curses on my head but my religion isn’t fishing phrases
No, I don’t give a fuck
I put them letters in my socks
I ain’t Santa but I’m
Drinkin all the milk outta the cups
Lactose tolerant, flowin’ around
Your face is my deodorant
The odorants I choose are
Strictly vivid cause I like the scent
Fifty senses, I see your damn pockets
And that fifty cent
Sisters always watching cause I’m distant
Always jogging to a place what everyone is calling planet Asteris, MAC-11 in my
Face But i'm too busy mastering
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