He's a Producer?
Why the teachers making less than what the hoes do?
Shit I'm only a fan of how my girl moves
Quick steps in and out that's how you supposed to do it
Going through it still I kept my f*cking word true
There ain't shit I can't handle don't mean to boast to you, here's a toast to you
Champagne glass crash for the hopes of a New wave, new path, new clout coming
New shades, new days, new doubt running up and down the mind frame
Time say take your time fine Imma ride safe
This for more than my sake
Migrated when I hated up on my lil mind-state
State of mine, fine now for now I won't violate
I might make a quick two rounds out of a lightweight
Any plate laid in front my face getting 8 like the late great 24 before 24 like
Imma say my peace on this shit
Feeling type invincible a cease and desist
Couldn't hold me
Nigga that's a quick lil assist to the homie, nigga I'm not quick to resist what is for me
Ya'll niggas bore me
I'm like the bull meeting up with all the red flags
Shitting on these niggas, bastard flow, I'm just a bad dad
Uk in the Mulsanne down to Baghdad
Imma stay the same, all that switching you can have that
Light flicker quicken nigga guessin' I can bag that
Hands behind the back watch the way we f*cking pass that
I'm gassed up, tummy making sounds like Damon Dash cause
Hunger pain playing hunger games ain't no Catnus
Leave them in the dust, shit was trash if you ask us
And of course, these niggas asked us, see my problem with these niggas is they lack trust
In the process, shit I'm top chef
In the projects, sitting top shelf
Been a project still working on myself
Wealth never had a handle on the Don that's how I felt
I fell low way below rose with thrones on the stem
Yen bussing through the hems of my new linen
Kawasaki spinning nigga know that was a given
I'm boutta f*ck this world like I'm in love just want a minute
59 seconds, I don't care I'm all up in it
I'll call you when I'm finished
The mission never gets diminished re-up on the spinach
Of course, that's all depending on if I want the penance
I pray for better times, I pray the war is ending
I pray this head of mine, deforms my Armageddon,
Pray I take was mine, I pray that Imma get it
I ain't gon' fake the shine, I ain't gon' lay here steady
I ain't gon' say I'm fine
But I'll be always heading forward
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He's a Producer?
Why the teachers making less than what the hoes do?
Shit I'm only a fan of how my girl moves
Quick steps in and out that's how you supposed to do it
Going through it still I kept my f*cking word true
There ain't shit I can't handle don't mean to boast to you, here's a toast to you
Champagne glass crash for the hopes of a New wave, new path, new clout coming
New shades, new days, new doubt running up and down the mind frame
Time say take your time fine Imma ride safe
This for more than my sake
Migrated when I hated up on my lil mind-state
State of mine, fine now for now I won't violate
I might make a quick two rounds out of a lightweight
Any plate laid in front my face getting 8 like the late great 24 before 24 like
Imma say my peace on this shit
Feeling type invincible a cease and desist
Couldn't hold me
Nigga that's a quick lil assist to the homie, nigga I'm not quick to resist what is for me
Ya'll niggas bore me
I'm like the bull meeting up with all the red flags
Shitting on these niggas, bastard flow, I'm just a bad dad
Uk in the Mulsanne down to Baghdad
Imma stay the same, all that switching you can have that
Light flicker quicken nigga guessin' I can bag that
Hands behind the back watch the way we f*cking pass that
I'm gassed up, tummy making sounds like Damon Dash cause
Hunger pain playing hunger games ain't no Catnus
Leave them in the dust, shit was trash if you ask us
And of course, these niggas asked us, see my problem with these niggas is they lack trust
In the process, shit I'm top chef
In the projects, sitting top shelf
Been a project still working on myself
Wealth never had a handle on the Don that's how I felt
I fell low way below rose with thrones on the stem
Yen bussing through the hems of my new linen
Kawasaki spinning nigga know that was a given
I'm boutta f*ck this world like I'm in love just want a minute
59 seconds, I don't care I'm all up in it
I'll call you when I'm finished
The mission never gets diminished re-up on the spinach
Of course, that's all depending on if I want the penance
I pray for better times, I pray the war is ending
I pray this head of mine, deforms my Armageddon,
Pray I take was mine, I pray that Imma get it
I ain't gon' fake the shine, I ain't gon' lay here steady
I ain't gon' say I'm fine
But I'll be always heading forward
Why the teachers making less than what the hoes do?
Shit I'm only a fan of how my girl moves
Quick steps in and out that's how you supposed to do it
Going through it still I kept my f*cking word true
There ain't shit I can't handle don't mean to boast to you, here's a toast to you
Champagne glass crash for the hopes of a New wave, new path, new clout coming
New shades, new days, new doubt running up and down the mind frame
Time say take your time fine Imma ride safe
This for more than my sake
Migrated when I hated up on my lil mind-state
State of mine, fine now for now I won't violate
I might make a quick two rounds out of a lightweight
Any plate laid in front my face getting 8 like the late great 24 before 24 like
Imma say my peace on this shit
Feeling type invincible a cease and desist
Couldn't hold me
Nigga that's a quick lil assist to the homie, nigga I'm not quick to resist what is for me
Ya'll niggas bore me
I'm like the bull meeting up with all the red flags
Shitting on these niggas, bastard flow, I'm just a bad dad
Uk in the Mulsanne down to Baghdad
Imma stay the same, all that switching you can have that
Light flicker quicken nigga guessin' I can bag that
Hands behind the back watch the way we f*cking pass that
I'm gassed up, tummy making sounds like Damon Dash cause
Hunger pain playing hunger games ain't no Catnus
Leave them in the dust, shit was trash if you ask us
And of course, these niggas asked us, see my problem with these niggas is they lack trust
In the process, shit I'm top chef
In the projects, sitting top shelf
Been a project still working on myself
Wealth never had a handle on the Don that's how I felt
I fell low way below rose with thrones on the stem
Yen bussing through the hems of my new linen
Kawasaki spinning nigga know that was a given
I'm boutta f*ck this world like I'm in love just want a minute
59 seconds, I don't care I'm all up in it
I'll call you when I'm finished
The mission never gets diminished re-up on the spinach
Of course, that's all depending on if I want the penance
I pray for better times, I pray the war is ending
I pray this head of mine, deforms my Armageddon,
Pray I take was mine, I pray that Imma get it
I ain't gon' fake the shine, I ain't gon' lay here steady
I ain't gon' say I'm fine
But I'll be always heading forward
Writer: Rushon Felix
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