Yeah
Nori say I'm repetitive
Yeah
Nori say I'm repetitive, I made a song to prove her wrong
But everything so relative, I'm moving on to better things
Like wedding rings to settle things like 20k so elegant
My medicine is better than your sedatives and everything you stand for
I educate like Stanford, and music is my everything
My baby boo, my lady too, my mistress
My main chick, my side-piece, my ex with a history
I'm sophisticated, and ladies they rate me
But that do not matter 'cuz I am not flattered
I move along and groove along like King Kong
I beat my chest and then the song, I'm gone
I bring it back like two-four, I'm sweeter than sucrose
And fructose, don't get too close to the coupe doors
Otherwise I gotta call my new woes like Koodo and 'koodos to you bro
She wifed you, and made of money, and made of honor, she like you
I'm made of integrity, I do this so readily
I do it like regularly, cook it up, chemistry, cook it up, recipe, hook it up, melody
Gone