Geminiwatch - BITCH BOY Lyrics

S on my chest bitch I'm feeling like I'm Superman
Chain around my neck keep him dressed like a hooligan
I got no stylist, I got no style
Low profile, Low profile
I ain't got no money, I'm an asshole
Broke mother f*cker no king in the castle
Do you like my hands in the choke hold
Pro-bono with the work flow
Welcome to my cubicle
My destiny in crucible
My life is like a musical
With a really shitty plot and some worse f*cking actors
Somebody getting shot, it's a video
A different kind of chatter, what the f*ck you think I'm after
I don't sell dope, no
But they hit my cellphone
This grease on my elbows
Ain't from the streets, hell no
I'm a product of the system
And traditions with restrictions
My conditions finding distance
From myself and my resistance
My written works of wisdom
Make me change my position
My existence based on competition
Written crucifixion
S on my chest bitch I'm feeling like I'm Superman
Chain around my neck keep him dressed like a hooligan
I got no stylist, I got no style
Low profile, Low profile
S on my chest bitch I'm feeling like I'm Superman
Chain around my neck keep him dressed like a hooligan
I got no stylist, I got no style
Low profile, Low profile
In the studio 4 am I'm on the night shift
Roll another up hoping that I can write this
Writers block is on the low
I gotta get past this
Homies taking shots
Another one down
We running in last place
Waiting for a tour man its passing me by
Back on track I'm running my laps
I'll prolapse
My body's gonna hate this
Focus some more
Not an ounce of the fake shit
Ounce of diesel got the fuel to prolong this
I saw the ceiling and I know I had to break this, break this
Break yo neck and I break yo spine
Give a bitch latex that kid ain't mine
Split that check my half is fine
Driving fast on the one o one
Going one hundred and six in a forty five
You gave a hundred of f*cks but can't waste my time
S on my chest bitch I'm feeling like I'm Superman
Chain around my neck keep him dressed like a hooligan
I got no stylist, I got no style
Low profile, Low profile
S on my chest bitch I'm feeling like I'm Superman
Chain around my neck keep him dressed like a hooligan
I got no stylist, I got no style
Low profile, Low profile
Kill the pussy for some Prada
Louis V and Cactus Flea
Master P when I prestige
Lil Wayne with the way I lean
Feel like Yeezy on an ultra light beam
Know a couple shooters with a red dot beam
Done with the name drop
Boy you in the same spot
Super Saiyan Super Saiyan
Bitches pray to me like a f*cking seance
I talk my shit it's a fact that I don't talk a lot
So when you hear me speak I speak facts
So take a peep enlighten yourself with what I'm talking bout
Working on a mil that's a lot for my pocket slot
I wanna be so rich
I can crash my whip
Then cop another in the parking lot
It's really nice
I got real advice
For when you talking slight
Now you're in my sights
Spare me
Two times to level up now it's getting scary
I saved my life
I saved my mind
Do it three more times I'm saving God
Three more times I'm saving God
Three more times I'm saving God
Three more times I'm saving God
Three more times I'm saving God