ATL.
What's up, y'all?
NYC.
Yo, yo, yo, kid.
D-Town.
What up, dog?
Tony.
Standing on the speaker,
told this verse, Kalipa, powder on the plate,
turn the girl into Eureka.
Remember, if I don't see it,
then I don't believe it.
I done done some pretty dumb things on the tequila.
Birthday in Vegas,
laying with my Weezy.
Asked about her friends,
she like, boy, I don't believe you.
I'm just trying to live and they turned into evil.
My partner is a crip,
the only thing he eat is seafood.
School of hard knocks,
I can * around and teach you.
License to kill and I just got a renew.
Spoke to Deb Jammer and they talking about a reno.
Spoke to God's end,
he can pay me in crypto.
Bought eight yard club,
yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat.
And you know my Bible,
mixin' mine with the Pino.
I say scratch that,
gon' bring it back like Primo
I say scratch that,
gon' bring it back like Primo
You know my set,
I'm throwin' dollar signs I lick her neck and turn her body to a water
slide I'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot
fry Tone it, tone it, tone it, tone it, tone it That's my top five
*, and I'm walkin' swag on this beat Enough to make Rakim proud of me
You got my mouth,
and your bitch ass pose somethin' negative
You coulda called me I'm from the dark side,
but the whip light
skin I do what I wanna do like white men I hit you in the fuckin' head with the mic
stand I * my girl in the daytime on a nightstand
You ain't know that,
did you?
Real recognize real and you don't look familiar I'm from Riverdale Road,
we ain't got no river
Got the pole concealed behind the partition Listen,
a trap nigga, I'll perform at Bar
Mitzvah A trap nigga,
I'll perform at the Crystal's
I ain't gon' fight,
but I still tote pistol Ain't gon' kill you,
all I got to do is whistle
I think my roof's off.
They been plagiarizing, they been stealing sauce.
Soon as I see him,
I'm gonna pick him off.
I got a beard,
but I must ask Ricky Ross.
God took his time with me.
Kingpin's wanna sign with me.
Gunshots is truly Atlanta.
Where things that go left like Julius Rounder.
I got the * lit,
no need for a counter.
Just like Kyrie, I got the * houndin'.
I got this * help walking around your party like where the party at yeah,
but party and yet could lead to a cardiac
But I'm drunk and I give a * like how cardiac.
I'm already back.
I just had to run to my cardiac
Headache and the leave I'm gonna eat eight of them for Pete's sake I've been stepping on leaf rakes again
I keep waking up in the bed with complete strangers and I eat praises and get more chicks than Pete Davidson
Man, I can't help it.
I mean,
I got the devil in me.
Let me put it more delicately.
* your feelings
I'm a felon pussy,
you're jealous of me
Probably cause my cerebellum's a parabellum pussy
Even if I swear to sell a pussy I'd still be like a female that's hookin'
And * you can do to stop me from sellin' pussy
Yeah,
work mine, your rhymes are so fuckin' washed up
I call them snore lines
But as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable
I'ma search till I find the most awfulest line as possible
Mind is awful, all I need is a small little piney pocket
I be talked into trying to walk up inside of a Shriners hospital
And they're trying to make Marshall the guy responsible
Full of them Joshua's giant arsenal
Like I'm also the reason his 9 is cocked and he brought his tool
And decides to hide it inside of his locker
Till the next time he's picked on at school
But you're out of your gourd if you're thinking that I ain't killing this beat
I'm not even forcing myself to vomit
But if I had a * eating disorder or anorexia
Believe me, I couldn't body this more for you
Man,
I'm beyond childish when I'm on Valium
Just like mom downs them,
they call it Mon Chow-some
Cause she hands me some,
and says, come on, chow some These are non-drowsy,
I mean non-drowsy,
but they help you calm down some
So before I zonk out,
I'm trying to make Rob proud,
I'm hoping this song riles him
I pop like 9000,
I'm out at 5000
Oh, hold up, one more thing, spit syllables on a mic in a booth like I'm at Drew's
Even if I win or lose,
I'm in the news,
even my interviews get like 5 million views
I get accused of misogyny because I will massage any bitch just like I'm a Zeus
Mixing knife on the booze,
tonic and bruise, hot on the side of my shoes
That's psych, I'm just playing * mumble rap