Everybody want pieces
But they don't care bout your peace no
She about to praise Jesus
But first she gon' drop to her knees though
Everybody shooting their shots like free throws but I been had this girl doing deep throat
Need more been saying that I don't need hoes
Time and money as far as my needs go
Running through my mind but this bitch got kleets on
She keep on I keep strong when I don't feel
But these songs, they stay real uh
Fiona I don't need one but I keep one in my castle I don't haggle with these bastards
I'm the master of these rappers yeah
Dancing bitches dancing jewelry level up my bank account
That's all you f*ckers talk about boy spit some real shit out your mouth
Like all your fears and doubts I'm coming up from the south
I got Dende in the house and we about to cure the drought
I'm coming up from the south, I got Dende in the house and we about to cure the drought yeah
I'm coming up from the south, I got Dende in the house and we about to cure the drought yeah
Begging for a blessing
Writing as a weapon
You ain't worth addressing
You ain't worth a mention
I been living restless
And you bitch been checking checking checking
Cause she know she ain't forgetting
This young king Yao Ming too clean summers eve
Some of me is equal to the sum of three multiplied by infinity
Cynically is how I see
Heat is what I bring
If she ain't pleasing me then you know she gotta leave
I don't smoke no trees
But my grass is always green
You ain't beating this regime
Even in your greatest dreams
Me and Dende we the team
And you know we always clean
Man just listen to this damn EP huh?
Yeah