[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
Yeah, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah
17 More Minutes n***a
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[Verse]
It's Clark Bent behind a dark tint
I'm in the streets just like the park bench
Chain smoke cigar ends, they ain't no cigars left
My weed loud just like a b**h out the piece
They wanna blow me while I'm counting my cheese, Jesus
[?], snitch don't [?]
I see no honor in this thieving sh**
Probably why I don't trust with n***as
If you ask me how I'm feeling then it's f** you n***as
Look here, copped that ducy off a jackpot
Hoe had the blow in nose, Pinocchio
Plugs got hit with the okie doe
Started barking, had these n***as dancing, hokey pokey
Holy smokes he really burnt, Cobain, no chain
Get a shopper for his gold rings, I need them blunts too
Pocket full of dead crackers, living a** backwards
Tryna front for who, rap so my mama living comfortable
But who the f** is you to judge me, my white cup is muddy
I'm bloody, hoes wanna f** me
Doing all these d** you think I must be
Off my f**ing bike right, light it up
V'Don made the beat and then I scribed it up
This the type of sh** you snatch up out your speakers
Load that pipe and beam up the scotty, illuminati
Got my mind, soul, and my body trapped or am I just smacked
Don't give me dap when you see me wearing trends
And don't hit my f**ing line if you ain't talking 'bout no ends
Is how I'm feeling, wheeling and dealing, stealing and k**ing
Tryna make a motherf**ing million, cause if you ain't know
[Hook: Da$H & Marz Lovejoy]
Said yo b**h only chill if she's f**ing the team
If it's drama my n***a we bringing them thangs
Baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa
Murder scene, murder scene
Murder scene, murder scene
Murder scene, murder scene