1 for your medulla
2 3 4 5 for your tutor
6 for your ruler
7 8 9 to the heavens and divine
Niggas with fork tongues
Hoe's with more than one
Homie on the side
Daylight night-time is how she switch it up
Little did she know about it picking up
Karma a bitch what you offer is what you get
Get out what you put in I'm pushing
Like a lady in labor lawn mowers on acres
Yesterday's paper in the wind
Only option is win adopt pins
Dots on your chin
Represent the shots I pop at your limbs
Gather round peep the conversation
You learn either way f*ck your graduation
SAPPAS on the rise
Yeah you knew that shit was coming
On a road to riches keep the engine running
Case we got to pull the jam hop out in black hoodies
On the mother f*cking man f*ck a nigga future up
You f*cking with the plans
Sci-Phi Second Womb we the original man
Let me hit one more again
Been chasing a college degree
Somewhere around 10 semesters
Basketball got me here this far
Since I ain't hooping this year
I kept a coup and a Learjet in my head
Just got rid of fear watch it manifest
Plan for the best while prepared for the worst
Changed the dial I don't care about his verse
You see the radio gives me negative ratios
Rappers aren't impressive
Sounding more like dyslexic
Projecting in my perfection
So far from par an eagle couldn't be higher
Indulging in a cloud until whack rappers expire
Desires that I Inspire include me giving this fire to adolescence
Children with bad intentions an added mission
On top of the bottles where I sit at
Semi-automatic type rhymes feel the kickback
Snapback and break rap figures like Kit Kats
Spitting all them written's with your lips chapped
Should pimp slap bitch niggas with microphones
Find the throne light fire to the ass of the L it flies me home
Clipped wings make the dip game a wee bit sluggish
When you fall to the ground
It's time to cipher through the rubbish young Moor
Be More be moor than what you are
Thats all i can ask for
1 for your medulla
2 3 4 5 for your tutor
6 for your ruler
7 8 9 to the heavens and divine
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1 for your medulla
2 3 4 5 for your tutor
6 for your ruler
7 8 9 to the heavens and divine
Niggas with fork tongues
Hoe's with more than one
Homie on the side
Daylight night-time is how she switch it up
Little did she know about it picking up
Karma a bitch what you offer is what you get
Get out what you put in I'm pushing
Like a lady in labor lawn mowers on acres
Yesterday's paper in the wind
Only option is win adopt pins
Dots on your chin
Represent the shots I pop at your limbs
Gather round peep the conversation
You learn either way f*ck your graduation
SAPPAS on the rise
Yeah you knew that shit was coming
On a road to riches keep the engine running
Case we got to pull the jam hop out in black hoodies
On the mother f*cking man f*ck a nigga future up
You f*cking with the plans
Sci-Phi Second Womb we the original man
Let me hit one more again
Been chasing a college degree
Somewhere around 10 semesters
Basketball got me here this far
Since I ain't hooping this year
I kept a coup and a Learjet in my head
Just got rid of fear watch it manifest
Plan for the best while prepared for the worst
Changed the dial I don't care about his verse
You see the radio gives me negative ratios
Rappers aren't impressive
Sounding more like dyslexic
Projecting in my perfection
So far from par an eagle couldn't be higher
Indulging in a cloud until whack rappers expire
Desires that I Inspire include me giving this fire to adolescence
Children with bad intentions an added mission
On top of the bottles where I sit at
Semi-automatic type rhymes feel the kickback
Snapback and break rap figures like Kit Kats
Spitting all them written's with your lips chapped
Should pimp slap bitch niggas with microphones
Find the throne light fire to the ass of the L it flies me home
Clipped wings make the dip game a wee bit sluggish
When you fall to the ground
It's time to cipher through the rubbish young Moor
Be More be moor than what you are
Thats all i can ask for
1 for your medulla
2 3 4 5 for your tutor
6 for your ruler
7 8 9 to the heavens and divine
2 3 4 5 for your tutor
6 for your ruler
7 8 9 to the heavens and divine
Niggas with fork tongues
Hoe's with more than one
Homie on the side
Daylight night-time is how she switch it up
Little did she know about it picking up
Karma a bitch what you offer is what you get
Get out what you put in I'm pushing
Like a lady in labor lawn mowers on acres
Yesterday's paper in the wind
Only option is win adopt pins
Dots on your chin
Represent the shots I pop at your limbs
Gather round peep the conversation
You learn either way f*ck your graduation
SAPPAS on the rise
Yeah you knew that shit was coming
On a road to riches keep the engine running
Case we got to pull the jam hop out in black hoodies
On the mother f*cking man f*ck a nigga future up
You f*cking with the plans
Sci-Phi Second Womb we the original man
Let me hit one more again
Been chasing a college degree
Somewhere around 10 semesters
Basketball got me here this far
Since I ain't hooping this year
I kept a coup and a Learjet in my head
Just got rid of fear watch it manifest
Plan for the best while prepared for the worst
Changed the dial I don't care about his verse
You see the radio gives me negative ratios
Rappers aren't impressive
Sounding more like dyslexic
Projecting in my perfection
So far from par an eagle couldn't be higher
Indulging in a cloud until whack rappers expire
Desires that I Inspire include me giving this fire to adolescence
Children with bad intentions an added mission
On top of the bottles where I sit at
Semi-automatic type rhymes feel the kickback
Snapback and break rap figures like Kit Kats
Spitting all them written's with your lips chapped
Should pimp slap bitch niggas with microphones
Find the throne light fire to the ass of the L it flies me home
Clipped wings make the dip game a wee bit sluggish
When you fall to the ground
It's time to cipher through the rubbish young Moor
Be More be moor than what you are
Thats all i can ask for
1 for your medulla
2 3 4 5 for your tutor
6 for your ruler
7 8 9 to the heavens and divine
Writer: Diandre Brown
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid