Stay-at-home fad - Bluddestain lyrics

[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka] f** around drop a 20 MV, I got cheese to make Joint ride down Cottman Ave. might go get them cheesesteaks In the game, I'm illustrious Con out the poet laureate Seizing dough off that cordless, serve to the whole metropolis Too real on it, put a bill on it, Jann Degga I'd k** for him Prose essays and forums, all too uniform, I ain't clairvoyant Say it with your chest, kid, that knowledge shoe and that follow-through I with a girl who don't swallow, she says it's against her morals Keep my head in them books like I keep a foot on them corners I ain't cutting no corners Ducking cops yeah they're on us, ducking cops yeah they're on us Hey! [Verse 2: Themba Ntaka] Never touch the molly, you're a basic n***a Can't f** with you, fixing to hit this lick Woman Crush Wednesday that which matches the black lipstick I will never lie, keep that sh** a secret Funny boys skimping cause they're scared to throw the mask on Might've left the gas on, hold up can you check it for me? This kid ain't flexing on me, ain't no burners next to homie No foolies s**ing homie, lonely testosterone Gone off that PROMETH, so are you, show love Used to be the only one now everybody poured up Trap Game slowed up, only one on the strip Rap Game is upset, emcees is suspect