[Verse 1]
Blessed like I sneezed
All these lil beauties have sex with the beast
I'm the best in the east and I'm living on the west coast
Fuck niggas all gon' be resting in peace
I suggest that you leave if you hating
Cause I'm destined to be nothing less than a king
Mufasa on these bitch ass niggas
Get rich fast, pockets needs SlimFast
I could make mesh out your teeth
Put holes in it, get it? I'm on a roll with it
Counting paper like a scroll with it
Collecting money like a toll, green thumb
Like a troll flow cold, north pole with it, my clothes so vintage
I make hits like a tennis match
Fucking bitches, only time I ever finish last
In my shows, everybody put they hands up
Like a smart kid in chemistry class, goddamn, it's too easy
I ain't stopping, no other option presented authentic with all these writtens, no really, this shit is simple (too easy)
Imma go on tour every show is doing numbers cause Futuristic is popping like a pimple (too easy)
Imma take they girl with all them curls who got that smile on her face accented with the dimples (ah, too easy)
Shoutout to my ex-girl, and that new dude making love to you all gentle (too easy)
I know that you don't like that
Hit me up, I never write back (no)
All my words on the right track
Talk behing my back, then one dap
I'll leave you hanging like a fucking tire on a bike rack (sheesh)
And I'm never getting sidetracked
On the right path like I'm climbing up a hill
I ain't never falling off with this rap shit
Meanwhile you looking like Jack and Jill, sheesh
Blessed like I sneezed
All these lil beauties have sex with the beast
I'm the best in the east and I'm living on the west coast
Fuck niggas all gon' be resting in peace
I suggest that you leave if you hating
Cause I'm destined to be nothing less than a king
Mufasa on these bitch ass niggas
Get rich fast, pockets needs SlimFast
I could make mesh out your teeth
Put holes in it, get it? I'm on a roll with it
Counting paper like a scroll with it
Collecting money like a toll, green thumb
Like a troll flow cold, north pole with it, my clothes so vintage
I make hits like a tennis match
Fucking bitches, only time I ever finish last
In my shows, everybody put they hands up
Like a smart kid in chemistry class, goddamn, it's too easy
I ain't stopping, no other option presented authentic with all these writtens, no really, this shit is simple (too easy)
Imma go on tour every show is doing numbers cause Futuristic is popping like a pimple (too easy)
Imma take they girl with all them curls who got that smile on her face accented with the dimples (ah, too easy)
Shoutout to my ex-girl, and that new dude making love to you all gentle (too easy)
I know that you don't like that
Hit me up, I never write back (no)
All my words on the right track
Talk behing my back, then one dap
I'll leave you hanging like a fucking tire on a bike rack (sheesh)
And I'm never getting sidetracked
On the right path like I'm climbing up a hill
I ain't never falling off with this rap shit
Meanwhile you looking like Jack and Jill, sheesh
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