[Verse 1: Minus]
I was doing what I had to
Cooking product in the bathroom
Pen and pad with a mad crew
Middle of the map, we can send them back bashful
In fact dude, never saw it coming 'til I cut him, I'm a natural
Let them ask who? If I was half the man
Demanding handfuls of cash in advanced you'd probably look past, the bullshit we had to push past to pass
My whole staff is bad news
Past due for the credit I swear
Got the money on me, shit I mean it's not fair
When I should've OD'd in '03
Compared to old me this shit has been so sweet – eclairs
I beat defeat now I speak my peace
Preach god almighty like a Jesus piece
I'm knee deep in this bitch, pre-season seats
I'm sea sick, wanna see sick? Read the beat
Its four 5's when I fold the deck
Six lines when I hold the check
Sevens know the rest, I guess
Y'all bitches so upset, I set the bar so high I don't know no depth
But I sure don't stress, I just tend to fall back
On drugs for the buzz, what the fuck y'all call that
Fell through the game from the range in all black
Trying to stay sane but my brain is off track
You ain't seen committed, I mean I meant it
Mentally obscene, demented
When I was 23 I was eating greens and spinach
In mod 3 with Black Jesus street lieutenant
You don't see what I see but you seem to get it
A cross breed between me and G's invented
A better emcee, at the very least admit it
You mince meat motherfuckers can't speak, you get it?
Where were y'all when I bent the block
Blockade had my shit on lock
Swerved out 20 days, Carter Lake and it ain't on pot
I plot twist on them hoes that complain off tops
I got one shot at it, I pray up to Malachi
Man I'm high, using Anaheim as an aliby
I abide by the fucking code, it don't matter why
Bitch
I was doing what I had to
Cooking product in the bathroom
Pen and pad with a mad crew
Middle of the map, we can send them back bashful
In fact dude, never saw it coming 'til I cut him, I'm a natural
Let them ask who? If I was half the man
Demanding handfuls of cash in advanced you'd probably look past, the bullshit we had to push past to pass
My whole staff is bad news
Past due for the credit I swear
Got the money on me, shit I mean it's not fair
When I should've OD'd in '03
Compared to old me this shit has been so sweet – eclairs
I beat defeat now I speak my peace
Preach god almighty like a Jesus piece
I'm knee deep in this bitch, pre-season seats
I'm sea sick, wanna see sick? Read the beat
Its four 5's when I fold the deck
Six lines when I hold the check
Sevens know the rest, I guess
Y'all bitches so upset, I set the bar so high I don't know no depth
But I sure don't stress, I just tend to fall back
On drugs for the buzz, what the fuck y'all call that
Fell through the game from the range in all black
Trying to stay sane but my brain is off track
You ain't seen committed, I mean I meant it
Mentally obscene, demented
When I was 23 I was eating greens and spinach
In mod 3 with Black Jesus street lieutenant
You don't see what I see but you seem to get it
A cross breed between me and G's invented
A better emcee, at the very least admit it
You mince meat motherfuckers can't speak, you get it?
Where were y'all when I bent the block
Blockade had my shit on lock
Swerved out 20 days, Carter Lake and it ain't on pot
I plot twist on them hoes that complain off tops
I got one shot at it, I pray up to Malachi
Man I'm high, using Anaheim as an aliby
I abide by the fucking code, it don't matter why
Bitch
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