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(Quaranta)

We doin' this even without a record deal
Half the shit I say can't be understood by executives
I'm from that crack rock, pawn your grandma wedding ring
So what the f*ck they gon' tell me 'bout anything
Strap up, nigga, get yo' boots on tight
I'm from back when Snoop called Luke a 'Frisco dyke
Made moves and went left, and you went right
Niggas wanna be hot 'til they souls on ice
Long as I got the rent, can't tell me shit
You ain't got it, put you out like Hannibal Buress
Got it all f*cked up thinking I won't flourish
'Fore my family sitting starved, you be all malnourished

My raps like Tetris, bars keep falling
Gotta know where to place 'em
Smoke with Dave Chappelle, the nigga think I laced him
Knew it was the pack, he started talking 'bout spaceships
Write like, it's the only thing that I'm good at
Took yo' bitch shopping, it was nothin' to that
Nah, I ain't gon' say that, nah, I ain't gon' do that
But the bitch you with, blew her muffin top blue back (ooh)
Sit with thoughts like a toad on a stone
Try to put my finger in her like a rotary phone
If I take her for a spin, she would never call home
Put her hand behind her own head like Karl Malone (ooh)

I'm totally f*cking awesome
Step to the side like Iverson crossed Jordan
Gimme my portion or end wit' extortion
Might stab a nigga if you come between my swordfish
Put the squeeze on you like a corset
Not in my final form yet, so watch me metamorphis'
Spittin' on porches, rappin' for a mortgage
For a bowl of porridge I'll place you into orbit
My nigga did a bid, just got home with a rack
Last time he heard me spittin' he had an order to jack
But he still packin'
God gave him a hat trick
When his ass get out Lebron suddenly on the Mavericks
I was gon' stop here
But when I heard this beat I started counting up my car fare
The way I get for duckin' beats this good this shit is not fair
Sorta make you think but this ain't like a high chair
Ya kids gotta eat
Just a bought a drill from Sears and some patio seats
Ya kids gotta eat
Just a bought a drill from Sears and some patio seats

Ya kids gotta eat
(Ya kids gotta eat)
Ya kids gotta eat
And some patio seats

I never seen animals like you before
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(Quaranta)

We doin' this even without a record deal
Half the shit I say can't be understood by executives
I'm from that crack rock, pawn your grandma wedding ring
So what the f*ck they gon' tell me 'bout anything
Strap up, nigga, get yo' boots on tight
I'm from back when Snoop called Luke a 'Frisco dyke
Made moves and went left, and you went right
Niggas wanna be hot 'til they souls on ice
Long as I got the rent, can't tell me shit
You ain't got it, put you out like Hannibal Buress
Got it all f*cked up thinking I won't flourish
'Fore my family sitting starved, you be all malnourished

My raps like Tetris, bars keep falling
Gotta know where to place 'em
Smoke with Dave Chappelle, the nigga think I laced him
Knew it was the pack, he started talking 'bout spaceships
Write like, it's the only thing that I'm good at
Took yo' bitch shopping, it was nothin' to that
Nah, I ain't gon' say that, nah, I ain't gon' do that
But the bitch you with, blew her muffin top blue back (ooh)
Sit with thoughts like a toad on a stone
Try to put my finger in her like a rotary phone
If I take her for a spin, she would never call home
Put her hand behind her own head like Karl Malone (ooh)

I'm totally f*cking awesome
Step to the side like Iverson crossed Jordan
Gimme my portion or end wit' extortion
Might stab a nigga if you come between my swordfish
Put the squeeze on you like a corset
Not in my final form yet, so watch me metamorphis'
Spittin' on porches, rappin' for a mortgage
For a bowl of porridge I'll place you into orbit
My nigga did a bid, just got home with a rack
Last time he heard me spittin' he had an order to jack
But he still packin'
God gave him a hat trick
When his ass get out Lebron suddenly on the Mavericks
I was gon' stop here
But when I heard this beat I started counting up my car fare
The way I get for duckin' beats this good this shit is not fair
Sorta make you think but this ain't like a high chair
Ya kids gotta eat
Just a bought a drill from Sears and some patio seats
Ya kids gotta eat
Just a bought a drill from Sears and some patio seats

Ya kids gotta eat
(Ya kids gotta eat)
Ya kids gotta eat
And some patio seats

I never seen animals like you before
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Writer: Christian DeVivo, Daniel Dewan Sewell, Gavin Tennille
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