I got sick flow, just ask ya hoe
everybody know me,
it’s like I’m a movie star,
everybody know me,
it’s like I’m a movie star,
everybody know me,
it’s like I’m a movie star,
[x2]
[Verse 1]
I got sick, just ask ya hoe,
brand new rose phantom, put those sixes on the floor,
when I pull up in the hood, niggas say there go the man,
I put them Asanti’s and Nelly’s on them rubber bands, This that shit that made me ball out on my old bitch, ooh (ooh)
Yeah, I'm chosen, I ain't felt this sick since Covid, ooh (ooh)
Can't control it I got lit and now I'm zoned in, ayy (ayy)
This my moment, I don't trust a ho I'm bonin', woo (. Niggas say I can't rap rap
I'm the new era nigga no snapback
I carry the game like backpacks
Old school, new school
Meshed give a nigga straight flashbacks
No credit so niggas ain't getting cashback
Get it, credit, can't get cash back
I use debit my nigga, discredit you niggas
Then leave you broke pathetic to play with all of the Lab rats
It's jenner
You a prototype
Get it
A pro at typing
Mike Tyson you're biting
Hit songs you're not writing
Hop on my wave but I'm not gay so no your not riding
Killing this game in my own lane no hands Tesla driving
You a Honda
You need a break like a comma
Dax skill could fit any genre
Leave you in aw and Impair you like vodka
Niggas be slimey and soft just like lasagna
Rap against me you will get smoked I'm Marry to the game so you don't juanna
Marry wanna smoke but Joseph has said no you about to be a mama
Get it? Girls I got 'em locked so similar to a prison
Hear this monster jam, I be callin' it 'GANGSTERISM'
I murder you for dope, I'm the street distributor
I'm homicidal, pointin' the pump, scope to shoot you
Street connects, Mob ties on East and West
We gouge out your eye balls if you seen too much
Hopin' out drops wit blings and stuff
Wit ball players wives, Mercedes 5
Dangerous lives and haters die rollin' with convicts
Conscience who tolerate no nonsense
Fake rappers in doo-rags, get shot-up at their concert
Your bitch bleed, bitin' her nipples with my chipped tooth
I drink her blood, like I'm Dracula, mack in the 6-Coupe
The sky becomes red, heard y'all niggas work with the feds
Doesn't matter, blood'll splatter, everybody must dead
I got urge for self-reinvention, but I'm old-fashioned
From the corner's with the winos laughin'
Dealers and five-o blastin'
Capitalist thoughts like Presidents
I'm burnin' Bush's, Nas the realest, it's nuttin' to fuck wit.
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I got sick flow, just ask ya hoe everybody know me, it’s like I’m a movie star, everybody know me, it’s like I’m a movie star, everybody know me, it’s like I’m a movie star, [x2] [Verse 1] I got sick, just ask ya hoe, brand new rose phantom, put those sixes on the floor, when I pull up in the hood, niggas say there go the man, I put them Asanti’s and Nelly’s on them rubber bands, This that shit that made me ball out on my old bitch, ooh (ooh) Yeah, I'm chosen, I ain't felt this sick since Covid, ooh (ooh) Can't control it I got lit and now I'm zoned in, ayy (ayy) This my moment, I don't trust a ho I'm bonin', woo (. Niggas say I can't rap rap I'm the new era nigga no snapback I carry the game like backpacks Old school, new school Meshed give a nigga straight flashbacks No credit so niggas ain't getting cashback Get it, credit, can't get cash back I use debit my nigga, discredit you niggas Then leave you broke pathetic to play with all of the Lab rats It's jenner You a prototype Get it A pro at typing Mike Tyson you're biting Hit songs you're not writing Hop on my wave but I'm not gay so no your not riding Killing this game in my own lane no hands Tesla driving You a Honda You need a break like a comma Dax skill could fit any genre Leave you in aw and Impair you like vodka Niggas be slimey and soft just like lasagna Rap against me you will get smoked I'm Marry to the game so you don't juanna Marry wanna smoke but Joseph has said no you about to be a mama Get it? Girls I got 'em locked so similar to a prison Hear this monster jam, I be callin' it 'GANGSTERISM' I murder you for dope, I'm the street distributor I'm homicidal, pointin' the pump, scope to shoot you Street connects, Mob ties on East and West We gouge out your eye balls if you seen too much Hopin' out drops wit blings and stuff Wit ball players wives, Mercedes 5 Dangerous lives and haters die rollin' with convicts Conscience who tolerate no nonsense Fake rappers in doo-rags, get shot-up at their concert Your bitch bleed, bitin' her nipples with my chipped tooth I drink her blood, like I'm Dracula, mack in the 6-Coupe The sky becomes red, heard y'all niggas work with the feds Doesn't matter, blood'll splatter, everybody must dead I got urge for self-reinvention, but I'm old-fashioned From the corner's with the winos laughin' Dealers and five-o blastin' Capitalist thoughts like Presidents I'm burnin' Bush's, Nas the realest, it's nuttin' to fuck wit.
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