Shotta PORCHY

My territory principality, principality
Before I was named a fucking prince I had to show instrumentality, instrumentality
But now I’m scripting painted pictures with lyrics of my caricature, my caricature
And I’m in love with this bitch, she don’t ever seem to listen up, to listen up

Flashing lights in my city
And there’s aliens out there in space
So I meditate, kinda break my faith
I hope my music reaches their wave
My ? had hiccups
Now I’m spreading crystals on base
Cooking up storms
Trying to make money rain
My fam is shooting crystals on river music
Business got me in meetings that could wipe you out of this race
No accident, we get it happening
Everything we execute we put passion in
Now we build this shit, fill this
But we never had a ? in this bitch feel this
Got a message in our mind real quick
You know that

Mama raised a shotta
A shotta hustling rhymes
But you know I’m delivering on time
Tell em
That mama raised a shotta
A shotta with these words
You know the pen is mightier than the sword
So am I