[Verse 1:]
No type of friendly equals sibling. Y'all get hit for others
Nobody told these niggas they ain't supposed to pick they brothers. I I identify most with 'District'. I can't switch to color
Money, hoes, honor - I ain't have to pick a color
The come-up came from cutting losses hoe that's on my mother. Draw cross, and point to sky, then murder shit. That's on my brother
Hoe, you ain't never seen no target, huh? I see you looking
Icons bend backwards for status. Set the bar, but left it crooked
They hooked, and I'm captain hook-less
My eye make me funny-looking
So homogeneous, the body must come with a fucking booklet
This Russian judge pen on Pushkin. I wouldn't hate if it pays good
Troubleshoot the clique. Kill who you with, If I put sage to em. Oooh Don't touch that there when it's cooking. My ma gone be hot if I cook and don't put my foot in it
My daddy gone be proud. I do this to death, and I've shook shit
Not only made from the body. I take, and create the body
[Chorus:]
Awh sooky sooky
That level gain makin' em mad, but I'm bouta' push it
Either way is my way, and they laughed, but look how I took it
Same niggas bouta' be on my ass, huh? They lookin'
Bitch, why you lookin'?
Don't touch that there when it's cookin'(x4)
[Verse 2:]
Hand-molded because I broke it
I'm stupid with build impromptu. I started it
His queen need a hand - It's only a job for artisan
The masterpiece look like swung brushes & blotches - it's art in it. Looks boring, but lit than a bitch - It's Bob from Marketing
Bullshit just getting started - it's Markkanen
Took my homie Reggie. If G.I. wasn't going too far with it. Unfortunate and untimely reminds me who Marcus is
Between your mind and heartlessness - Bitch you goofy! Do you got it, or not?
I take two years, then I drop - All losses look nonexistent
Fuck responses, notoriety, especially friendship. Boy on my ma
Greet Frankie with open arms
Fake cocky, provoking karma
Pride taking blows through the armor. God
Know a nigga well. ("What you gonna do now?") Whatever I want to do, GOSH!! It's cool now
It's getting old. They tell me I'm actin new now
2010 Ye mood. A Monster. It's proof now..
No type of friendly equals sibling. Y'all get hit for others
Nobody told these niggas they ain't supposed to pick they brothers. I I identify most with 'District'. I can't switch to color
Money, hoes, honor - I ain't have to pick a color
The come-up came from cutting losses hoe that's on my mother. Draw cross, and point to sky, then murder shit. That's on my brother
Hoe, you ain't never seen no target, huh? I see you looking
Icons bend backwards for status. Set the bar, but left it crooked
They hooked, and I'm captain hook-less
My eye make me funny-looking
So homogeneous, the body must come with a fucking booklet
This Russian judge pen on Pushkin. I wouldn't hate if it pays good
Troubleshoot the clique. Kill who you with, If I put sage to em. Oooh Don't touch that there when it's cooking. My ma gone be hot if I cook and don't put my foot in it
My daddy gone be proud. I do this to death, and I've shook shit
Not only made from the body. I take, and create the body
[Chorus:]
Awh sooky sooky
That level gain makin' em mad, but I'm bouta' push it
Either way is my way, and they laughed, but look how I took it
Same niggas bouta' be on my ass, huh? They lookin'
Bitch, why you lookin'?
Don't touch that there when it's cookin'(x4)
[Verse 2:]
Hand-molded because I broke it
I'm stupid with build impromptu. I started it
His queen need a hand - It's only a job for artisan
The masterpiece look like swung brushes & blotches - it's art in it. Looks boring, but lit than a bitch - It's Bob from Marketing
Bullshit just getting started - it's Markkanen
Took my homie Reggie. If G.I. wasn't going too far with it. Unfortunate and untimely reminds me who Marcus is
Between your mind and heartlessness - Bitch you goofy! Do you got it, or not?
I take two years, then I drop - All losses look nonexistent
Fuck responses, notoriety, especially friendship. Boy on my ma
Greet Frankie with open arms
Fake cocky, provoking karma
Pride taking blows through the armor. God
Know a nigga well. ("What you gonna do now?") Whatever I want to do, GOSH!! It's cool now
It's getting old. They tell me I'm actin new now
2010 Ye mood. A Monster. It's proof now..
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