Yea In this b**h
With my n***a young Flizzle
R . i to the ... Yea
(Verse 1)
I don't call her a dime
She might be a nickle two times
You can't hype these hoes head up
I'm Lo down but i keep my head up
These baking Lessons from Miss Breads
Got my bread up
Sprinkling more seasoning
On these sentences
To give you more flavor
I can give you flavor
Now or later
Like now or Laters
Expensive top flight sh**
Finger Licking good taste
Yelling from the Capital H
Southern Luxury Living
But n***as out here still robbing like Gibbons
Coach i know you see them tryna knock me out my Pivot
Bullsh**tin they can't hold this mic right
But with Oil of Olay
I can grip this mic tight
To make it want me want to change
Up my shoe game is my type
Late night My hair look right
My candle light
Under the velvet night
But living in the blue skys
With the white stars nd the red and white stripes
Where they say you free of life
Well thats what they all say
I feel like if this microphones
In good hands like Allstate
I feel like ...
I feel like ...
Yea
Yea
(Verse 2)
Pa**ages and scriptures
From a different book
That i barley even opened
Unknown to the Unknown
Solid Sacred Writing
Writing tablets solid made of stone
White girl Emma Stone
Gone Solid stoned
I guess those trees are getting strong
Like Tommy Strong
I got a job
But i dont gotta job
Spontaneous Lights
Spending Sprees
Its like
Im still a villian
Illing k**ing
Over the head
R.i.p to these novice rookies
Mad Barkleys
Im from the Alief
Where n***as shoot right outside like KD
And you can get that funny tasting purple soda
In like two days out the month
And sip for Micheal Jordan
And Ralph Lauren Nowadays
Is what everybody sporting
You give a lil and theses n***as take alot bacc
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