Shut the F*ck up when you learn something
Keep that to yourself
Cuz don't nobody got you like you Got you
Plus they can't hel
They can try tho
But that ain't ideal
The Pain you hold these
People don't know
Shit they don't even know you Skilled with it
This my meal ticket
Ain't no other reason for this Rhythm bitch
Adding and subtracting energies it's Like arithmetic
Soak the wrong shit up
And forfeit up yo consciousness
I ain't on that trynna see how much Control that I can get
Holup this might end up being the Realist shit that I done spit
Sipping on this beer
Barely buzzed can't say I'm kinda lit
I'm conscious of
All these phony people and who F*cking with me
Mad love my baby
You gone feel this greatness wit me
While all our people chasin hits
On some Bobby Whitney
Either hit it
Feel that rush or
Keep it pushin fa me
Staring at the son you can go blind Throw a tint on
Shit i been gone
Peep up in the sky bitch if you Lookin fa me
All that hash in the blunt and you Still hit it
She told you she had a nigga and you still hit it
All this hate nshit we face and we Just deal with it
We just deal with it
We just deal with it
You can say you took the knife out But I still fill it
Hope that you get my delivery cuz I Sign sealed it
Ima say what ima say and you gone deal with it
You gone deal with it
I hope you deal with it
We just deal with it
I'm for real with it
Y'all need a leader I'm just on my fit The bill shit
Check expenses others on some
Little bill shit
How they get respect they ain't the Best they some stale chips
I'm more like kale chips
I'm good fa you
Hit me and it's all love pull up in yo hood fa you like wus good with you
Ones on I jugg with you
No prints
Do tha dash in a little red vette
Can't forget them gloves when you Do them dirty in the murder mitten Nigga
Bullshit
Cuz the right drive but no premium
Like a 45 with the wrong clip
Or shit any cal with some bad aim What you shooting at
Every verse you be sayn you still rap Where yo music at
Ima get to that got damn
Let the young God finish Blueprintinfo this plan
The little shit you on dry like a newspaper in the sand
Whipe
Been on this my whole
Life
If I do some shit
Ima make it nice
Gotta dope mind
Like off top I'm all white
Like some damn lice
PhonZoe - Dick.Wolf Lyrics
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Shut the F*ck up when you learn something
Keep that to yourself
Cuz don't nobody got you like you Got you
Plus they can't hel
They can try tho
But that ain't ideal
The Pain you hold these
People don't know
Shit they don't even know you Skilled with it
This my meal ticket
Ain't no other reason for this Rhythm bitch
Adding and subtracting energies it's Like arithmetic
Soak the wrong shit up
And forfeit up yo consciousness
I ain't on that trynna see how much Control that I can get
Holup this might end up being the Realist shit that I done spit
Sipping on this beer
Barely buzzed can't say I'm kinda lit
I'm conscious of
All these phony people and who F*cking with me
Mad love my baby
You gone feel this greatness wit me
While all our people chasin hits
On some Bobby Whitney
Either hit it
Feel that rush or
Keep it pushin fa me
Staring at the son you can go blind Throw a tint on
Shit i been gone
Peep up in the sky bitch if you Lookin fa me
All that hash in the blunt and you Still hit it
She told you she had a nigga and you still hit it
All this hate nshit we face and we Just deal with it
We just deal with it
We just deal with it
You can say you took the knife out But I still fill it
Hope that you get my delivery cuz I Sign sealed it
Ima say what ima say and you gone deal with it
You gone deal with it
I hope you deal with it
We just deal with it
I'm for real with it
Y'all need a leader I'm just on my fit The bill shit
Check expenses others on some
Little bill shit
How they get respect they ain't the Best they some stale chips
I'm more like kale chips
I'm good fa you
Hit me and it's all love pull up in yo hood fa you like wus good with you
Ones on I jugg with you
No prints
Do tha dash in a little red vette
Can't forget them gloves when you Do them dirty in the murder mitten Nigga
Bullshit
Cuz the right drive but no premium
Like a 45 with the wrong clip
Or shit any cal with some bad aim What you shooting at
Every verse you be sayn you still rap Where yo music at
Ima get to that got damn
Let the young God finish Blueprintinfo this plan
The little shit you on dry like a newspaper in the sand
Whipe
Been on this my whole
Life
If I do some shit
Ima make it nice
Gotta dope mind
Like off top I'm all white
Like some damn lice
Keep that to yourself
Cuz don't nobody got you like you Got you
Plus they can't hel
They can try tho
But that ain't ideal
The Pain you hold these
People don't know
Shit they don't even know you Skilled with it
This my meal ticket
Ain't no other reason for this Rhythm bitch
Adding and subtracting energies it's Like arithmetic
Soak the wrong shit up
And forfeit up yo consciousness
I ain't on that trynna see how much Control that I can get
Holup this might end up being the Realist shit that I done spit
Sipping on this beer
Barely buzzed can't say I'm kinda lit
I'm conscious of
All these phony people and who F*cking with me
Mad love my baby
You gone feel this greatness wit me
While all our people chasin hits
On some Bobby Whitney
Either hit it
Feel that rush or
Keep it pushin fa me
Staring at the son you can go blind Throw a tint on
Shit i been gone
Peep up in the sky bitch if you Lookin fa me
All that hash in the blunt and you Still hit it
She told you she had a nigga and you still hit it
All this hate nshit we face and we Just deal with it
We just deal with it
We just deal with it
You can say you took the knife out But I still fill it
Hope that you get my delivery cuz I Sign sealed it
Ima say what ima say and you gone deal with it
You gone deal with it
I hope you deal with it
We just deal with it
I'm for real with it
Y'all need a leader I'm just on my fit The bill shit
Check expenses others on some
Little bill shit
How they get respect they ain't the Best they some stale chips
I'm more like kale chips
I'm good fa you
Hit me and it's all love pull up in yo hood fa you like wus good with you
Ones on I jugg with you
No prints
Do tha dash in a little red vette
Can't forget them gloves when you Do them dirty in the murder mitten Nigga
Bullshit
Cuz the right drive but no premium
Like a 45 with the wrong clip
Or shit any cal with some bad aim What you shooting at
Every verse you be sayn you still rap Where yo music at
Ima get to that got damn
Let the young God finish Blueprintinfo this plan
The little shit you on dry like a newspaper in the sand
Whipe
Been on this my whole
Life
If I do some shit
Ima make it nice
Gotta dope mind
Like off top I'm all white
Like some damn lice
Writer: Alphonso Tinsley
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