It aint been the same since I been back
I ran my fades they laying flat
My dues been paid they paying me back
Staying up late I been in the lab
I be up early, trap in the morning
I built my name aint pay for promotion
30 Round clip it talk my shit for me
If I gotta up it gon be hard to ignore me
Step in the bank
F*ck do u thank
Im getting paper ya i make plays
Whats yo job
Bitch I get paid
I feel like Obama im on a new plane
I feel like Osama im boutta go bang
I feel like Mo Bamba im going insane
This aint no magic
Bitch im just spazzing
You cant imagine all that done happened
I done broke bread wit some niggas that turned to be hoes in the end
I had to cut off some niggas that hated but they was just saying they friends
I stack my paper cuz I know that later Ill go in and cash out the benz
I had to pray to God ask for forgiveness ya I had to make my amends
I done broke break wit some niggas that turned to be hoes in the end
I had to cut off some niggas that hated but they was just saying they friends
I stack my paper cuz I know that later Ill go in and cash out the benz
I had to pray to God ask for forgiveness ya I had to make my amends
Woke up today and I feel like the Joker
I got a stick and i got a poker
Split on the dick she creamy like yogurt
Bop on a bitch im making her yodel
Im in the cut posted like Yoda
Fill up my cup roll up my doja
Im in the zone I feel like a soldier
Im in the room drip on my shoulders
Feel like a broom sweeping these hoes up
I seen my doom keeping my hopes up
Cant wait to bloom feel like im Rosa
Feel like im Kobe feel like im Tony
Cant no one hold me
The way that they pressing it seem that they stressing I think that they missing the old me
I got a bag and I went to the jeweler and told him I need me a gold piece
I hit the plug tryna pick up I need me that gas ya I need me the whole P
I do my thang stay in my lane dont speak on my name you dont know me
She say she gay she do what I say she love to come over and blow me
I keep a thang stress on my brain its niggas that's plotting to hoe me
Shots to the brain nah he aint prayin the 40 just made a man holey
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It aint been the same since I been back
I ran my fades they laying flat
My dues been paid they paying me back
Staying up late I been in the lab
I be up early, trap in the morning
I built my name aint pay for promotion
30 Round clip it talk my shit for me
If I gotta up it gon be hard to ignore me
Step in the bank
F*ck do u thank
Im getting paper ya i make plays
Whats yo job
Bitch I get paid
I feel like Obama im on a new plane
I feel like Osama im boutta go bang
I feel like Mo Bamba im going insane
This aint no magic
Bitch im just spazzing
You cant imagine all that done happened
I done broke bread wit some niggas that turned to be hoes in the end
I had to cut off some niggas that hated but they was just saying they friends
I stack my paper cuz I know that later Ill go in and cash out the benz
I had to pray to God ask for forgiveness ya I had to make my amends
I done broke break wit some niggas that turned to be hoes in the end
I had to cut off some niggas that hated but they was just saying they friends
I stack my paper cuz I know that later Ill go in and cash out the benz
I had to pray to God ask for forgiveness ya I had to make my amends
Woke up today and I feel like the Joker
I got a stick and i got a poker
Split on the dick she creamy like yogurt
Bop on a bitch im making her yodel
Im in the cut posted like Yoda
Fill up my cup roll up my doja
Im in the zone I feel like a soldier
Im in the room drip on my shoulders
Feel like a broom sweeping these hoes up
I seen my doom keeping my hopes up
Cant wait to bloom feel like im Rosa
Feel like im Kobe feel like im Tony
Cant no one hold me
The way that they pressing it seem that they stressing I think that they missing the old me
I got a bag and I went to the jeweler and told him I need me a gold piece
I hit the plug tryna pick up I need me that gas ya I need me the whole P
I do my thang stay in my lane dont speak on my name you dont know me
She say she gay she do what I say she love to come over and blow me
I keep a thang stress on my brain its niggas that's plotting to hoe me
Shots to the brain nah he aint prayin the 40 just made a man holey
I ran my fades they laying flat
My dues been paid they paying me back
Staying up late I been in the lab
I be up early, trap in the morning
I built my name aint pay for promotion
30 Round clip it talk my shit for me
If I gotta up it gon be hard to ignore me
Step in the bank
F*ck do u thank
Im getting paper ya i make plays
Whats yo job
Bitch I get paid
I feel like Obama im on a new plane
I feel like Osama im boutta go bang
I feel like Mo Bamba im going insane
This aint no magic
Bitch im just spazzing
You cant imagine all that done happened
I done broke bread wit some niggas that turned to be hoes in the end
I had to cut off some niggas that hated but they was just saying they friends
I stack my paper cuz I know that later Ill go in and cash out the benz
I had to pray to God ask for forgiveness ya I had to make my amends
I done broke break wit some niggas that turned to be hoes in the end
I had to cut off some niggas that hated but they was just saying they friends
I stack my paper cuz I know that later Ill go in and cash out the benz
I had to pray to God ask for forgiveness ya I had to make my amends
Woke up today and I feel like the Joker
I got a stick and i got a poker
Split on the dick she creamy like yogurt
Bop on a bitch im making her yodel
Im in the cut posted like Yoda
Fill up my cup roll up my doja
Im in the zone I feel like a soldier
Im in the room drip on my shoulders
Feel like a broom sweeping these hoes up
I seen my doom keeping my hopes up
Cant wait to bloom feel like im Rosa
Feel like im Kobe feel like im Tony
Cant no one hold me
The way that they pressing it seem that they stressing I think that they missing the old me
I got a bag and I went to the jeweler and told him I need me a gold piece
I hit the plug tryna pick up I need me that gas ya I need me the whole P
I do my thang stay in my lane dont speak on my name you dont know me
She say she gay she do what I say she love to come over and blow me
I keep a thang stress on my brain its niggas that's plotting to hoe me
Shots to the brain nah he aint prayin the 40 just made a man holey
Writer: Tamer Rashad
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