[Verse 1: BranDun DeShay]
Oh, I got that Alexander the Great type imperial flow
Butterfingers, I'm droppin' bars like my signal is low
A car full of O's, lookin' like a cereal bowl
He hear me everywhere (I'm everywhere)
But I ain't stereo though
I hear they waitin' for my downfall
They talkin' again
Shit, I tell 'em fall back like it's Autumn again
I know they waitin' for my reply
But that's all that you'll get
I got my mind on bigger shit
Tell 'em adiós then
I'm doin' this for the niggas before me
Life's a bitch, but God forbid that that bitch divorce me
Fuckin' with these AND1 hoes, they quick to cross me
They found out the hard way
I guess they lost me
I'm feelin' quite bossly now
I don't need love
Walkin' on air with my feet up
A thousand feet up
I've been telling' them "speak up."
Cause the money talkin'
It's kinda hard to hear with all of these hundreds talkin'
Everyday I be shinin'
Ask the weatherman
Now it's girls on my jock like a letterman
I'm just doin' it the best
If that means I do it better than
Well fuck it, whatever then
All day, branDun DeShay
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