I've been feelin' like an asshole
Big fish in a glass bowl
Young Vet coming back to be hassled
Like I was Rambo
Seein' all my old friends
But I still feel so alone
Cuz niggas ain't actin' right
Now that's Sylvester Stallone
I'm just tryna get stoned
While everybody's packin' a chrome
I just wanna be packin' a bowl
Spit smooth but wild
Got me an alpaca flow
If these dick men
Keep talkin' shit then
My precision will give 'em
Bad circumcisions
I got no Shallom
Don't need a piece(Peace)
Cuz y'all ain't shit
Prolly got the Chrone's
All y'all niggas constipated hoes
(ugh)
(Look)
(LOOK)
F*ck your parents' living spaces
I'm shivving faces in both homes
Blade in your eyeholes
With a curse on both your houses
Shoutout Mercutio
Young black prince with haters all across the globe
But it's the shirts versus the blouses
So you know how that shit goes
My team runnin' plays
That make you lames
Uncomfortable
I'm no first-person shooter
But I've been call of duty, bro
I'm no newbie, though
Got tons of groupie hoes
Just cuz I'm smart
Don't ever f*cking make me bougie, bro
Kid been genius
Doctoring grown folk
Just like that Doogie show
Lemon face with a doobie glow
You's a bitch
If I snatch your shirt
Your boobies show
Contest the best
I'll send dudes to split your chest
Then finesse a track on how
I confessed to blessing it
Moses n' Aaron
The twins I be barin'
Disparage your carriage
Then bring the pump in
To split your pumpkin
The goons start dumping at 10
Before your fairy tale had time to end
Don't try to ball, Cinderella
My squad don't play pretend
Broke hoes don't call on Goodfellas
If they got rats for friends
That's a fact of kin
Keep it one hundred
You niggas barely ten
Then get to pokin'
Ya all the way open
Like you tryna make an ex jealous
I don't know what's burnt
Your brains or your shitty ass
A capellas
Y'all must be jokin'
Chokin' on your opiates
And poppin pills
Like Pez pellets
I'll rain fire and wood make it pop
Like "Shh, let the kinder tell us"
Kindergarten ass emcees
Make me blood-thirsty
Like Slender-fella
Big mouth kids is over zealous
Can't stand the rain like
No umbrella
Ella
Ella
Ella
(Ay)
(Ay)
(Ay)
(Ay)
(AY)
I'm hella betta
You'll neva be clever as me
Whatever the weather
I'll weather the tethers
Keep growin' forever
Like a f*ckin' evergreen
Endeavor to further my stock and breed
That's a deadly seed from a hemlock tree
Got the game in a headlock, G
Middle finger to the f*cks
Who wanna question me
Put the pointer up
If you f*ckin' with my legacy
Beyond musically
That's: "Peace, love and tree"
Ya feel me
Peace, love and tree
It's on me
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I've been feelin' like an asshole
Big fish in a glass bowl
Young Vet coming back to be hassled
Like I was Rambo
Seein' all my old friends
But I still feel so alone
Cuz niggas ain't actin' right
Now that's Sylvester Stallone
I'm just tryna get stoned
While everybody's packin' a chrome
I just wanna be packin' a bowl
Spit smooth but wild
Got me an alpaca flow
If these dick men
Keep talkin' shit then
My precision will give 'em
Bad circumcisions
I got no Shallom
Don't need a piece(Peace)
Cuz y'all ain't shit
Prolly got the Chrone's
All y'all niggas constipated hoes
(ugh)
(Look)
(LOOK)
F*ck your parents' living spaces
I'm shivving faces in both homes
Blade in your eyeholes
With a curse on both your houses
Shoutout Mercutio
Young black prince with haters all across the globe
But it's the shirts versus the blouses
So you know how that shit goes
My team runnin' plays
That make you lames
Uncomfortable
I'm no first-person shooter
But I've been call of duty, bro
I'm no newbie, though
Got tons of groupie hoes
Just cuz I'm smart
Don't ever f*cking make me bougie, bro
Kid been genius
Doctoring grown folk
Just like that Doogie show
Lemon face with a doobie glow
You's a bitch
If I snatch your shirt
Your boobies show
Contest the best
I'll send dudes to split your chest
Then finesse a track on how
I confessed to blessing it
Moses n' Aaron
The twins I be barin'
Disparage your carriage
Then bring the pump in
To split your pumpkin
The goons start dumping at 10
Before your fairy tale had time to end
Don't try to ball, Cinderella
My squad don't play pretend
Broke hoes don't call on Goodfellas
If they got rats for friends
That's a fact of kin
Keep it one hundred
You niggas barely ten
Then get to pokin'
Ya all the way open
Like you tryna make an ex jealous
I don't know what's burnt
Your brains or your shitty ass
A capellas
Y'all must be jokin'
Chokin' on your opiates
And poppin pills
Like Pez pellets
I'll rain fire and wood make it pop
Like "Shh, let the kinder tell us"
Kindergarten ass emcees
Make me blood-thirsty
Like Slender-fella
Big mouth kids is over zealous
Can't stand the rain like
No umbrella
Ella
Ella
Ella
(Ay)
(Ay)
(Ay)
(Ay)
(AY)
I'm hella betta
You'll neva be clever as me
Whatever the weather
I'll weather the tethers
Keep growin' forever
Like a f*ckin' evergreen
Endeavor to further my stock and breed
That's a deadly seed from a hemlock tree
Got the game in a headlock, G
Middle finger to the f*cks
Who wanna question me
Put the pointer up
If you f*ckin' with my legacy
Beyond musically
That's: "Peace, love and tree"
Ya feel me
Peace, love and tree
It's on me
Big fish in a glass bowl
Young Vet coming back to be hassled
Like I was Rambo
Seein' all my old friends
But I still feel so alone
Cuz niggas ain't actin' right
Now that's Sylvester Stallone
I'm just tryna get stoned
While everybody's packin' a chrome
I just wanna be packin' a bowl
Spit smooth but wild
Got me an alpaca flow
If these dick men
Keep talkin' shit then
My precision will give 'em
Bad circumcisions
I got no Shallom
Don't need a piece(Peace)
Cuz y'all ain't shit
Prolly got the Chrone's
All y'all niggas constipated hoes
(ugh)
(Look)
(LOOK)
F*ck your parents' living spaces
I'm shivving faces in both homes
Blade in your eyeholes
With a curse on both your houses
Shoutout Mercutio
Young black prince with haters all across the globe
But it's the shirts versus the blouses
So you know how that shit goes
My team runnin' plays
That make you lames
Uncomfortable
I'm no first-person shooter
But I've been call of duty, bro
I'm no newbie, though
Got tons of groupie hoes
Just cuz I'm smart
Don't ever f*cking make me bougie, bro
Kid been genius
Doctoring grown folk
Just like that Doogie show
Lemon face with a doobie glow
You's a bitch
If I snatch your shirt
Your boobies show
Contest the best
I'll send dudes to split your chest
Then finesse a track on how
I confessed to blessing it
Moses n' Aaron
The twins I be barin'
Disparage your carriage
Then bring the pump in
To split your pumpkin
The goons start dumping at 10
Before your fairy tale had time to end
Don't try to ball, Cinderella
My squad don't play pretend
Broke hoes don't call on Goodfellas
If they got rats for friends
That's a fact of kin
Keep it one hundred
You niggas barely ten
Then get to pokin'
Ya all the way open
Like you tryna make an ex jealous
I don't know what's burnt
Your brains or your shitty ass
A capellas
Y'all must be jokin'
Chokin' on your opiates
And poppin pills
Like Pez pellets
I'll rain fire and wood make it pop
Like "Shh, let the kinder tell us"
Kindergarten ass emcees
Make me blood-thirsty
Like Slender-fella
Big mouth kids is over zealous
Can't stand the rain like
No umbrella
Ella
Ella
Ella
(Ay)
(Ay)
(Ay)
(Ay)
(AY)
I'm hella betta
You'll neva be clever as me
Whatever the weather
I'll weather the tethers
Keep growin' forever
Like a f*ckin' evergreen
Endeavor to further my stock and breed
That's a deadly seed from a hemlock tree
Got the game in a headlock, G
Middle finger to the f*cks
Who wanna question me
Put the pointer up
If you f*ckin' with my legacy
Beyond musically
That's: "Peace, love and tree"
Ya feel me
Peace, love and tree
It's on me
Writer: Mosamoa Tuiteleleapaga
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid