Give 'N Go
Yeah
Jah, Monday
Yeah
My whole life I knew I'd never lose
Young man with old soul and a flow oh so incredible
I copyright my bars so you know my flow is credible
I'm a king, Im a god, I'm the shit is what I'm telling you
Conscious intellectual. Stacking up my revenue
Got dreams of being medicated in an ocean villa with a better view
Just me and gorgeous goddess, man I swear she put me on a pedestal
On the balcony gettin sexual, I eat the pussy like it's edible
Killed this shit last week time so I had to go with a different flow
Comin' for that top spot so you better let your niggas know
So much green, if I lose it, watch me get back like I'm Piccolo
Hit her once then pass her to my brody that's a give and go
Shawty sayin' she miss me though? What you talkin bout silly hoe?
Hit her with that Gary Coleman what I call that? Uh different strokes
I got me a model chick that's beautiful check her centerfold
Tryna stack so many hundreds that I can't make the center fold yeah
This is a lyrical massacre. Nigga fuck you and your management
I walk around with an amethyst. Fuck with my peace and I'll pass a fist
It ain't no doubt I go hard when it comes to the bars, I'm a star like an asterisk
No time for questions don't ask me shit. Young activist sippin' activis
You do what you want when you conscious. I do what I want, I'm just honest
You got bad vibes we ain't rockin'. Knowledge of self is the topic
I'm catching vibes with a goddess. Getting weeded expanding my chakras
They know that I'm hot as a sauna I'm leading my pack and you don't want no problems
Yeah
Monday
Pray for me
Yeah these niggas give about 32 of they best bars and we ain't felt it
Thank God I ain't grow to be no corny nigga, I'm no Ment Nelson
Niggas swear that they from the low, and you never was, and you ain't helping
Only on my 6th bar, got the speakers hot and the vents melting
I direct message, direct traffic, direct films, and direct deposit
Secure the bag boy protect the profit, Monday Machiavelli please respect the prophet
I be drippin' on you til the fix the faucet. Checking purses and we checking pockets
Fuckin followers? Better switch the topic
Niggas don't compare me to no fuckin' novice
I mean fuck it. Damn whoa
My girl a Queen like she came from Hollis
Got them pretty toes keep her nails polished
Fuck boys we do not acknowledge
That's a promise I'ma tell you now. Run up on me and you get demolished
I'm with the shits and the demolition I am not a gangster just a young musician
Magician to me they can't hold a candle. Hold up let me give yo ass examples
Hold up let me give yo ass a sample feel a rant coming I don't like to ramble
But it's mayday on you fucking mammals. Mayday on you fucking mammals
Pop pop watch them niggas scramble, women, children, bystanders gettin' trampled
Man this nigga crazy mama change the channel
80s baby hit from every angle gotta hit hit til she hit soprano
Runnin' ruthless rugged Muthafuckin' Rambo
I'm stone cold and too hot to handle. Smoking' out like a meat gavel
A nigga asked who the hell was that tell em Matthew Monday left this bitch dismantled
Monday
Jah, Monday
Yeah
My whole life I knew I'd never lose
Young man with old soul and a flow oh so incredible
I copyright my bars so you know my flow is credible
I'm a king, Im a god, I'm the shit is what I'm telling you
Conscious intellectual. Stacking up my revenue
Got dreams of being medicated in an ocean villa with a better view
Just me and gorgeous goddess, man I swear she put me on a pedestal
On the balcony gettin sexual, I eat the pussy like it's edible
Killed this shit last week time so I had to go with a different flow
Comin' for that top spot so you better let your niggas know
So much green, if I lose it, watch me get back like I'm Piccolo
Hit her once then pass her to my brody that's a give and go
Shawty sayin' she miss me though? What you talkin bout silly hoe?
Hit her with that Gary Coleman what I call that? Uh different strokes
I got me a model chick that's beautiful check her centerfold
Tryna stack so many hundreds that I can't make the center fold yeah
This is a lyrical massacre. Nigga fuck you and your management
I walk around with an amethyst. Fuck with my peace and I'll pass a fist
It ain't no doubt I go hard when it comes to the bars, I'm a star like an asterisk
No time for questions don't ask me shit. Young activist sippin' activis
You do what you want when you conscious. I do what I want, I'm just honest
You got bad vibes we ain't rockin'. Knowledge of self is the topic
I'm catching vibes with a goddess. Getting weeded expanding my chakras
They know that I'm hot as a sauna I'm leading my pack and you don't want no problems
Yeah
Monday
Pray for me
Yeah these niggas give about 32 of they best bars and we ain't felt it
Thank God I ain't grow to be no corny nigga, I'm no Ment Nelson
Niggas swear that they from the low, and you never was, and you ain't helping
Only on my 6th bar, got the speakers hot and the vents melting
I direct message, direct traffic, direct films, and direct deposit
Secure the bag boy protect the profit, Monday Machiavelli please respect the prophet
I be drippin' on you til the fix the faucet. Checking purses and we checking pockets
Fuckin followers? Better switch the topic
Niggas don't compare me to no fuckin' novice
I mean fuck it. Damn whoa
My girl a Queen like she came from Hollis
Got them pretty toes keep her nails polished
Fuck boys we do not acknowledge
That's a promise I'ma tell you now. Run up on me and you get demolished
I'm with the shits and the demolition I am not a gangster just a young musician
Magician to me they can't hold a candle. Hold up let me give yo ass examples
Hold up let me give yo ass a sample feel a rant coming I don't like to ramble
But it's mayday on you fucking mammals. Mayday on you fucking mammals
Pop pop watch them niggas scramble, women, children, bystanders gettin' trampled
Man this nigga crazy mama change the channel
80s baby hit from every angle gotta hit hit til she hit soprano
Runnin' ruthless rugged Muthafuckin' Rambo
I'm stone cold and too hot to handle. Smoking' out like a meat gavel
A nigga asked who the hell was that tell em Matthew Monday left this bitch dismantled
Monday
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