Chat to me about music, i like it
I know if you're awake, man cause i'm psychic
Make no mad moves, too young for a side-chick
But when i'm on the mic its false that i might flip
Really spittin' bars in two like its nothing
Looking at my cake and saying this muffin
Is it worth it? Or do i see my abs and work it
I cursed it, now im here eating and loving
But on the other hand, when i refuse to eat
I'll take the food back, gimme a new receipt
Not focusin' on this though, lets move to tracks
Equally enjoy spittin' and opening packs
But making bars is better, cause you can't get robbed
Joke just went over your head, you just got lobbed
And when i get the ball, better know i'll strike it
If the ball comes at me fast i'll fly-kick
Speaking about lobs, call them chips and i like it
You have paprika, salt, everything i'm psychic
(Speaking about lobs, call them chips and i like it)
(You have paprika, salt, everything i'm psychic)
Chat to me about music, i like it
I know if you're awake, man cause i'm psychic
Make no mad moves, too young for a side-chick
But when i'm on the mic its false that i might flip
Chat to me about music, i like it
I know if you're awake, man cause i'm psychic
Make no mad moves, too young for a side-chick
But when i'm on the mic its false that i might flip