""N***a it's a Taco, Taco's always been my fav, the f**k?""
Sit back and listen to a nigga spit crack,
See this that shit that, make a mutha f***a Relapse
The flow is Gift Wrapped and nestled under a tree
Like only once a year you'll find someone that's colder than me
Givin' a glimpse into the world that I'm in
Begin my mornings with a prayer, end my nights with Amen.
Still I sin, up again, questioning all of my wins
Like, ""Why ain't these blessings getting handed to my kin in the pen?'
(Think again)
Switch my thoughts up, I had to give them thots up
And focus on the green just like the tea that's up in Starbucks
I'm not the same ol' me that used to fiend for ho's to call up
I got a mini me, so ain't no need to say ""I Love Ya""
And checkin' my mentions, that ain't apart of my mission
I'm in the kitchen cookin', itchin' for a star to diminish
Hope y'all listened,
To every sentence like a witness that's snitchin'
Ain't no liftin', it's God Given
Boobie Miles with the pivot, shit, I'm Gifted
And if the younger me could see me now,
What would I think?
Swear I'm just tryna make my Momma proud,
Will I succeed?
Stop Jokin' you not potent, you not Hova
Got no passion, ya knees rattling, you lack composure
You crossin' over into a genre, you hardly H.E.R.
Thinkin you hot but, you really Pop not talkin soda
Feel the top is gettin' closer, won't stop and I'll never slow up
Got my dawgs by my side like a holster
And they all down to ride I'm a chauffeur
I ain't gotta send shots, I'm a caller
Steady lyin' to these thots, ""Ima Call Ya""
Really got numbers blocked by tomorrow
While they ask for some guap they can borrow
Please, swear I do this s**t with ease
And competition I don't see, 'cause I get love in these streets
Aye, No C (cap), it's plain to see that we all got that Heat
Ready to fire at any city really thinkin' shit sweet
Stop & Think, if Malcolm X had partnered with Martin King
Would they be better off or still ended up under them sheets?
Six feet deep, maybe the latter but really all that matters
Is we gotta choice to stick together, rise just like ladder
So f**k it, n***a let's get this dough, could call it batter
Tell them ho's that we in the studio, gon' call em after
I get done spittin' this Un-Holy Flow, call that a Rapture
Still givin' n****s that pure Holy Ghost, don't call me Casper
I mean, I'm kinda friendly. But please do not offend me,
'cause my family carry big arms, longer than Marcus Camby's
Might snap & straight forget, been mixin' Liq up with the Xannnys. Try to tell them put em down when I'm around but,
They don't hear me, Nah
And if the younger me could see me now,
What would I think?
Swear I'm just tryna make my Momma proud,
Will I succeed?
And if the younger me could see me now,
What would I think?
Swear I'm just tryna make my Momma proud,
Will I succeed?