(Muffled Voice)
Where were you? There, there, hold on
Where were you? Hold on, you were never there, there
This is what I do I do this shit like every year
And every day's gon' make a year a year, days gon' make a week a week
Weeks gon' make a month a month, months gon' make me fuckin' kick yo ass
And show you folks all these blunts I be fuckin' smokin
I just ????, I'm goin' off, hold up, I like it
I told 'em to recite it, they went and asked the psychic
Who was the fuckin' best and nigga who would never write it
I said this is crazy cause why do I have arthritis, I'm the tightest
Nigga I am ????, my dentist said a lot of niggas is gon' fuckin' bite this
I said, yeah but I got a touch like Midas, and that's King Midas
Tonight I think we might just
Try to fuckin' digest all these rappers I've been eatin'
And niggas been fuckin' jumpin' up just to get a beatin'
You know that song, pump jump up, you get beat down
If I can't beat you I'mma go and get my Heat clown... don't make me reach 'round
Yeah nigga, welcome to C town, in other words you gon' C(see) me, on TV
The only way you could play me is CD, you bored(board) like Ouija
Ouija board, bring ???? ????, we be bored we be somewhere out in Fiji
Niggas be like what the fuck is he rappin'........
It's Arabic, I get on my terrorist shit
And get on my Carrie shit and start carryin' shit
Jones, I got the Jones on some, Merrian shit, I'm merry and shit
I got the bones I got the bones on some, Barry and shit, I'm buryin' the bones, nigga
I bury my clones under my other clones
On a playlist, I bury my songs under my other songs... but I don't play 'round
I got monkey bars and I slide up on a nigga and I swing but I don't play ground
Nigga, you's a fake clown, ate out of that sixteen and leave eight down
They stay down, mayday, mayday, I'm nuts, PayDay, PayDay
This is my pay day, pay day, nigga what
Pocket full of hundreds that's them big faces them Benjamins
Niggas think they hard but they sweet like sugar and cinnamon
Niggas gettin' cake like it's ????, and I'm intimate
When it comes to makin' my cake cause damn I be so into it
Where were you? There, there, hold on
Where were you? Hold on, you were never there, there
This is what I do I do this shit like every year
And every day's gon' make a year a year, days gon' make a week a week
Weeks gon' make a month a month, months gon' make me fuckin' kick yo ass
And show you folks all these blunts I be fuckin' smokin
I just ????, I'm goin' off, hold up, I like it
I told 'em to recite it, they went and asked the psychic
Who was the fuckin' best and nigga who would never write it
I said this is crazy cause why do I have arthritis, I'm the tightest
Nigga I am ????, my dentist said a lot of niggas is gon' fuckin' bite this
I said, yeah but I got a touch like Midas, and that's King Midas
Tonight I think we might just
Try to fuckin' digest all these rappers I've been eatin'
And niggas been fuckin' jumpin' up just to get a beatin'
You know that song, pump jump up, you get beat down
If I can't beat you I'mma go and get my Heat clown... don't make me reach 'round
Yeah nigga, welcome to C town, in other words you gon' C(see) me, on TV
The only way you could play me is CD, you bored(board) like Ouija
Ouija board, bring ???? ????, we be bored we be somewhere out in Fiji
Niggas be like what the fuck is he rappin'........
It's Arabic, I get on my terrorist shit
And get on my Carrie shit and start carryin' shit
Jones, I got the Jones on some, Merrian shit, I'm merry and shit
I got the bones I got the bones on some, Barry and shit, I'm buryin' the bones, nigga
I bury my clones under my other clones
On a playlist, I bury my songs under my other songs... but I don't play 'round
I got monkey bars and I slide up on a nigga and I swing but I don't play ground
Nigga, you's a fake clown, ate out of that sixteen and leave eight down
They stay down, mayday, mayday, I'm nuts, PayDay, PayDay
This is my pay day, pay day, nigga what
Pocket full of hundreds that's them big faces them Benjamins
Niggas think they hard but they sweet like sugar and cinnamon
Niggas gettin' cake like it's ????, and I'm intimate
When it comes to makin' my cake cause damn I be so into it
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