[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Since a snot nose
We chopped Os
Popped Roscoes
Left one lock like Shakka Amose
Diamond collar bone
Swerve pot holes
Cop clothes like niggas murdered in Chicago
Miami Beach
Polyamory
Free financially
You should see the body on my Spanish bitch
Motherfucker this is art
You can't just pick this apart
This not a hobby, this is therapy
Nigga we run this
You a fucking fungus
I'm just having fun with this
I live in comfort
We don't pump fake
The pump ain't fake, I came to dump it
Still run with the same niggas I came up with
Bust guns with rubber grips
Bitch, whatever it is
Just get it off your chest like a breast reduction
Yeah I'm back on my bag of tricks
I fuckеd hip hop, I had to dead the bedwеnch
I've been better ever since
You still woulda thought you had better sense
Niggas ain't got no self respect
You can fuck with that but that ain't this though
That wax shit disco, I dismiss hoes
Bout to cop the Rolls with no tints, fish bowl
French toast then go hit up Saks Fifth for trench coats
Sink your boat
Your body wash up somewhere in Glen Cove
I was always told to push the envelope
It had blow in it though
Look what the wind blew in, in Kenneth Coles
Quick, pull a lick like a pick n' roll
The give and go, some nights alone, run the iso
I'm not a racist, dipped Jesus face in white gold
I know I know
That's not the Messiah's nose, he had wide nostrils
[Verse 1]
Since a snot nose
We chopped Os
Popped Roscoes
Left one lock like Shakka Amose
Diamond collar bone
Swerve pot holes
Cop clothes like niggas murdered in Chicago
Miami Beach
Polyamory
Free financially
You should see the body on my Spanish bitch
Motherfucker this is art
You can't just pick this apart
This not a hobby, this is therapy
Nigga we run this
You a fucking fungus
I'm just having fun with this
I live in comfort
We don't pump fake
The pump ain't fake, I came to dump it
Still run with the same niggas I came up with
Bust guns with rubber grips
Bitch, whatever it is
Just get it off your chest like a breast reduction
Yeah I'm back on my bag of tricks
I fuckеd hip hop, I had to dead the bedwеnch
I've been better ever since
You still woulda thought you had better sense
Niggas ain't got no self respect
You can fuck with that but that ain't this though
That wax shit disco, I dismiss hoes
Bout to cop the Rolls with no tints, fish bowl
French toast then go hit up Saks Fifth for trench coats
Sink your boat
Your body wash up somewhere in Glen Cove
I was always told to push the envelope
It had blow in it though
Look what the wind blew in, in Kenneth Coles
Quick, pull a lick like a pick n' roll
The give and go, some nights alone, run the iso
I'm not a racist, dipped Jesus face in white gold
I know I know
That's not the Messiah's nose, he had wide nostrils
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