Loddy doddy shorty said she like to party
I heard success was of the mind and not the body
And right now my high is focused on the mind
And not my body leather dripping off my seats
Like it's the Fonzie
Tryna whip the Audi
Streets ain't raise no Ghandis
Might just keep one on me in my army jacket lining
Until they cease to firing
My interest was in rhyming that was timeless
I ain't have the time
She told me to call her when I find it
Focused though
Everyday inside the struggle reminding
He just stack, work a 9 to 5 for that and they lined him
Sometime, shit get physical
Sometime it get realer bro
If you need some people, I could let them know
Nah, I ain't a killer bro
But we ain't with the Huckstables neither
And your bitch be going everywhere this money go nigga
And if it's bout some paper hit my money phone with it
We don't play boy just because you saw some bunnies came with us
Like'em sweet
Shorty said she got that sugar cane
Watch I mosey over beat it up like I was Sugar Shane
You gotta respect the game
It's respect all on my name
Get a glimpse inside my brain
Fans is fiends, that Piph it go inside they veins
Blow the Mary Jane
Hit that pressure
I release the pain
Otherwise, you know shit gon' spray
It's gon' ricochet
I'm just tryna make some dollars shake
Just like 808s
See me when you got your conscious straight
I can't wait all day
We televised
Black, somehow we weaponized
Niggas here flexing hard stretching Gods
You real? Real recognize
You ain't with the shit? Shit, then step aside
All the spray is pesticide
Evil live
Good keep dying
Locked again, I know the judge gon' fry'em
Will he change? I highly doubt it
I ain't pessimistic, he just really bout it
Early childhood
He used to buy us ice cream
When I learned my hopes, of course was more or less a pipe dream
That was back when rap was stocking caps went over mic screens
I removed the shade and let my light gleam
Please, just don't be a chew toy in these dog-eat-dog streets
You must be a fool think you gon' get it off me, nigga
Brodie called me for a small thing
Drop him off on the east
This time they called was to inform the last who saw him was me
I heard a knock
Somebody calling me
I go to the screen
He had to shake it from the scene
And we lit one to the g's, piph
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Loddy doddy shorty said she like to party
I heard success was of the mind and not the body
And right now my high is focused on the mind
And not my body leather dripping off my seats
Like it's the Fonzie
Tryna whip the Audi
Streets ain't raise no Ghandis
Might just keep one on me in my army jacket lining
Until they cease to firing
My interest was in rhyming that was timeless
I ain't have the time
She told me to call her when I find it
Focused though
Everyday inside the struggle reminding
He just stack, work a 9 to 5 for that and they lined him
Sometime, shit get physical
Sometime it get realer bro
If you need some people, I could let them know
Nah, I ain't a killer bro
But we ain't with the Huckstables neither
And your bitch be going everywhere this money go nigga
And if it's bout some paper hit my money phone with it
We don't play boy just because you saw some bunnies came with us
Like'em sweet
Shorty said she got that sugar cane
Watch I mosey over beat it up like I was Sugar Shane
You gotta respect the game
It's respect all on my name
Get a glimpse inside my brain
Fans is fiends, that Piph it go inside they veins
Blow the Mary Jane
Hit that pressure
I release the pain
Otherwise, you know shit gon' spray
It's gon' ricochet
I'm just tryna make some dollars shake
Just like 808s
See me when you got your conscious straight
I can't wait all day
We televised
Black, somehow we weaponized
Niggas here flexing hard stretching Gods
You real? Real recognize
You ain't with the shit? Shit, then step aside
All the spray is pesticide
Evil live
Good keep dying
Locked again, I know the judge gon' fry'em
Will he change? I highly doubt it
I ain't pessimistic, he just really bout it
Early childhood
He used to buy us ice cream
When I learned my hopes, of course was more or less a pipe dream
That was back when rap was stocking caps went over mic screens
I removed the shade and let my light gleam
Please, just don't be a chew toy in these dog-eat-dog streets
You must be a fool think you gon' get it off me, nigga
Brodie called me for a small thing
Drop him off on the east
This time they called was to inform the last who saw him was me
I heard a knock
Somebody calling me
I go to the screen
He had to shake it from the scene
And we lit one to the g's, piph
I heard success was of the mind and not the body
And right now my high is focused on the mind
And not my body leather dripping off my seats
Like it's the Fonzie
Tryna whip the Audi
Streets ain't raise no Ghandis
Might just keep one on me in my army jacket lining
Until they cease to firing
My interest was in rhyming that was timeless
I ain't have the time
She told me to call her when I find it
Focused though
Everyday inside the struggle reminding
He just stack, work a 9 to 5 for that and they lined him
Sometime, shit get physical
Sometime it get realer bro
If you need some people, I could let them know
Nah, I ain't a killer bro
But we ain't with the Huckstables neither
And your bitch be going everywhere this money go nigga
And if it's bout some paper hit my money phone with it
We don't play boy just because you saw some bunnies came with us
Like'em sweet
Shorty said she got that sugar cane
Watch I mosey over beat it up like I was Sugar Shane
You gotta respect the game
It's respect all on my name
Get a glimpse inside my brain
Fans is fiends, that Piph it go inside they veins
Blow the Mary Jane
Hit that pressure
I release the pain
Otherwise, you know shit gon' spray
It's gon' ricochet
I'm just tryna make some dollars shake
Just like 808s
See me when you got your conscious straight
I can't wait all day
We televised
Black, somehow we weaponized
Niggas here flexing hard stretching Gods
You real? Real recognize
You ain't with the shit? Shit, then step aside
All the spray is pesticide
Evil live
Good keep dying
Locked again, I know the judge gon' fry'em
Will he change? I highly doubt it
I ain't pessimistic, he just really bout it
Early childhood
He used to buy us ice cream
When I learned my hopes, of course was more or less a pipe dream
That was back when rap was stocking caps went over mic screens
I removed the shade and let my light gleam
Please, just don't be a chew toy in these dog-eat-dog streets
You must be a fool think you gon' get it off me, nigga
Brodie called me for a small thing
Drop him off on the east
This time they called was to inform the last who saw him was me
I heard a knock
Somebody calling me
I go to the screen
He had to shake it from the scene
And we lit one to the g's, piph
Writer: Eric Anderson
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