Sticky (C-Mix) Nasty C

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Stick to the plan
Never too quick to demand
I get up and get what I can
I'm fixing the fan
I gotta make sure it's a breeze for all of my kids and their gran
I visit the fam
I'm putting some shit on the pan
Like "Daddy, your kid is the man"
You sit with your mans and talk about getting some grass
And never about getting some land
Too many questions about why Czzle got rid of his mans
To see if he sits or he stands
Too many incidents, killing the business, man
At least he was given a chance
I never would fiddle with xans or give them a glance
I'd rather just fiddlе with bands
I deal with legitimate brands 'causе I'm a legitimate brand
With millions of fans
My record is spick and it's span
My records, they spin in Japan
Can't spin on a man
I'm flicking a hand like
"Let him talk shit on the gram
He's pussy, he shits in the sand
He's shrinking his span
He's digging his ditch in advance
There's no point in kicking this man
He sits in the crib with his mans
They sit with their dicks in they hands
And splitting his rands
I'm selling this merch with a big old sun in the back
It's kinda like getting a tan
They told me a African rapper won't blow in the States
I'm someone you quitters should stan
I chanel my energy, I'm on a date with my destiny
She 'bout to give me this dance
She 'bout to give me the yams
We 'bout to toss up the coin and see where it lands