The thought u makes me sick to my stomach Is it a concussion
When ur brain gets to drumming Gets to thumping compound
Pull me till we all drown raised up in a small town born to be the class clown yea
Yea I live in the hood bought the crib from the bank where the fiends and the crooks
Do drugs to escape hate but u ain't what I am no u ain't what I'm on
Guess u don't see the plan imma king u a pon imma star u a fan
So gone imma stick to the plan shorty in the back giving brain in a thong
Didn't know she be the one that would love this song
I would think in my head like ya boy can't rap all the haters talk smack but they don't know jack
Never made a beat pack Giveaway Sunday like you giving out a free stack
Words u said yea imma make u eat that weed head fiend that your move queen that
Homie said king me but it's check mate he ain't seen that cuz he too gassed up on a cheap pack
Imma get better than my old my self beat that dropping one song then I peak that
Make a mill sign a deal once a week passed giving back to the streets Witta cheap laugh
And a smile on my face when u sit down and eat that make a mill when I'm really at my peak
It don't shine without dreams find yourself in the streets giving up on your dreams before ya even seen stacks
The thought u makes me sick to my stomach Is it a concussion
When ur brain gets to drumming Gets to thumping compound
Pull me till we all drown raised up in a small town born to be the class clown yea
Yea I live in the hood bought the crib from the bank where the fiends and the crooks
Do drugs to escape hate but u ain't what I am no u ain't what I'm on
Guess u don't see the plan imma king u a pon imma star u a fan
So gone imma stick to the plan shorty in the back giving brain in a thong
Didn't know she be the one that would love this song
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The thought u makes me sick to my stomach Is it a concussion
When ur brain gets to drumming Gets to thumping compound
Pull me till we all drown raised up in a small town born to be the class clown yea
Yea I live in the hood bought the crib from the bank where the fiends and the crooks
Do drugs to escape hate but u ain't what I am no u ain't what I'm on
Guess u don't see the plan imma king u a pon imma star u a fan
So gone imma stick to the plan shorty in the back giving brain in a thong
Didn't know she be the one that would love this song
I would think in my head like ya boy can't rap all the haters talk smack but they don't know jack
Never made a beat pack Giveaway Sunday like you giving out a free stack
Words u said yea imma make u eat that weed head fiend that your move queen that
Homie said king me but it's check mate he ain't seen that cuz he too gassed up on a cheap pack
Imma get better than my old my self beat that dropping one song then I peak that
Make a mill sign a deal once a week passed giving back to the streets Witta cheap laugh
And a smile on my face when u sit down and eat that make a mill when I'm really at my peak
It don't shine without dreams find yourself in the streets giving up on your dreams before ya even seen stacks
The thought u makes me sick to my stomach Is it a concussion
When ur brain gets to drumming Gets to thumping compound
Pull me till we all drown raised up in a small town born to be the class clown yea
Yea I live in the hood bought the crib from the bank where the fiends and the crooks
Do drugs to escape hate but u ain't what I am no u ain't what I'm on
Guess u don't see the plan imma king u a pon imma star u a fan
So gone imma stick to the plan shorty in the back giving brain in a thong
Didn't know she be the one that would love this song
When ur brain gets to drumming Gets to thumping compound
Pull me till we all drown raised up in a small town born to be the class clown yea
Yea I live in the hood bought the crib from the bank where the fiends and the crooks
Do drugs to escape hate but u ain't what I am no u ain't what I'm on
Guess u don't see the plan imma king u a pon imma star u a fan
So gone imma stick to the plan shorty in the back giving brain in a thong
Didn't know she be the one that would love this song
I would think in my head like ya boy can't rap all the haters talk smack but they don't know jack
Never made a beat pack Giveaway Sunday like you giving out a free stack
Words u said yea imma make u eat that weed head fiend that your move queen that
Homie said king me but it's check mate he ain't seen that cuz he too gassed up on a cheap pack
Imma get better than my old my self beat that dropping one song then I peak that
Make a mill sign a deal once a week passed giving back to the streets Witta cheap laugh
And a smile on my face when u sit down and eat that make a mill when I'm really at my peak
It don't shine without dreams find yourself in the streets giving up on your dreams before ya even seen stacks
The thought u makes me sick to my stomach Is it a concussion
When ur brain gets to drumming Gets to thumping compound
Pull me till we all drown raised up in a small town born to be the class clown yea
Yea I live in the hood bought the crib from the bank where the fiends and the crooks
Do drugs to escape hate but u ain't what I am no u ain't what I'm on
Guess u don't see the plan imma king u a pon imma star u a fan
So gone imma stick to the plan shorty in the back giving brain in a thong
Didn't know she be the one that would love this song
Writer: Nicholas Coborn
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