Cookin Soul - I Excel lyrics

[Intro] Word up, word up Its that murder That mellata, motivational music Made for them different n***as that do the impossible Get your way though I don't even know how to start this [Verse 1: AZ] Criminology, rap p**nography, black mahogany Literally will knock back your lobotomy The whack acknowledge me, knowledge seed no minor league Modena repper, street accessor I'm signed to me Macadocious, morning time mimosas, porcupine on the loafers, I spit the rhymes for the culture No consultor, clever, never or roaster, toasting to whatever the wetter the better the chocha Sosa, seen you dictator demeanor A scorer in the player arena, got my lawyer to wave a sopena Let the Mahalia linger I prevail, rock a n***a jail ring on my finger from Argentina To the heist in Brooklyn, my life pushing So nice without the ice, then bag your wife woofing Why I wouldn't? Its bigger than the money I'm stunting See alot of y'all ain't learn nothing Where the real at? [Verse 2] Perignon pourer Very calm aura Roley arm looks so phenom under water So I'm far from the floorver I spawn with a quarter Spanish blonde, at the River Palm, about to order Maturer, came from the kid off the corner How I lived ain't no telling what I did in my former I warn you, impeached all ready for war the most adored were the deli that pour from the poor Touch blow look at the menthol's that linen sh** You can look but won't find a Limbaugh my sentiments See I trash laws the tribe of Shabazz Had fast splitting gram rap n******gs are sad Couldn't fast On so many different occasions, no relation When God [???] homes, invasions my occupation Lets get more money and hoes switching clothes My mind sticks to the code