[Verse 1]
Uh, take a vivid picture, no photos
Implement that shit into your mind, just so you know though
Sucker free living, I'ma say that that's the motto
So for any nigga on that sucker shit, I'm no ho bro
Might just have to drop a bomb, Han Solo
Got me bickin' back, being bool, Quasimoto
All about my paper gotta get my fucking dough ho
Always on the fucking go-go, you a bitch like Tony Romo
Niggas came around now they extinct like Dodos
Meanwhile I'm in New York fucking up SoHo
Just bagged a new chick, Caroline, nickname Coco
Took her to the telly now lil' baby going loco
She just give me face, ain't no fucking, that's a no-no
And she going thirty early, dirty, no soap though
I laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though
And I'm screaming, Fuck 12, all these foul ass po-po, yeah, uh
[Chorus]
But nowadays I really miss my fucking idols, so that's the title
I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle
Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
And spit flames while also making it rain storm
Uh, take a vivid picture, no photos
Implement that shit into your mind, just so you know though
Sucker free living, I'ma say that that's the motto
So for any nigga on that sucker shit, I'm no ho bro
Might just have to drop a bomb, Han Solo
Got me bickin' back, being bool, Quasimoto
All about my paper gotta get my fucking dough ho
Always on the fucking go-go, you a bitch like Tony Romo
Niggas came around now they extinct like Dodos
Meanwhile I'm in New York fucking up SoHo
Just bagged a new chick, Caroline, nickname Coco
Took her to the telly now lil' baby going loco
She just give me face, ain't no fucking, that's a no-no
And she going thirty early, dirty, no soap though
I laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though
And I'm screaming, Fuck 12, all these foul ass po-po, yeah, uh
[Chorus]
But nowadays I really miss my fucking idols, so that's the title
I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle
Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
And spit flames while also making it rain storm
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