Oculus
I'm a die or unicorn, you just don't understand me
Pick my flow up right with you turn that shit into a Grammy
Grow my green out like the trees and give the proceeds to my family
Stanley steamer with the heat, I'm cleaning Niggas like a nanny
Your foundation sandy, blowing with the trees, I don't smoke no weed
No cup of brandy please, no soda, sober, do this shit with ease
Stay humble, living modest, Honest, mama had to save for college
Do it for the option aint no xanny got me popping Uh
Never tense, never hesitant, I'm Biggie papa
Hit yo block up like "who shot ya", boom boom boom, my shit a Rasta
Niggas talk but who gon pop up, Heavy hitters on my roster
Might C-Murder, when I grip This master P, I'm silk da shocka
Built my story from my struggle, write my verses when my belly hurt
Murder in my pen, I'm quick to semi-write my name in dirt
Killers in my system, catch a Victim, turnem to a shirt
Niggas playing goofy, argue bout who tried to shoot me first
Coffin talking at your funeral, Test my studio
Speakers knock you on your Booty yo, you never knew me Bro
Say it to my face its conversation and we growing
If there's rumors about a beef Then I stressed and I don't know him
Catch me rapping on your Phone while you was flexing on The gram
Like you be trappin over phones Like you were pressing out some grams
I'll be the first to say these Niggas on they movie shit I'm saying
Cuz you never actin up unless you do it for the cam
Pick my flow up right with you turn that shit into a Grammy
Grow my green out like the trees and give the proceeds to my family
Stanley steamer with the heat, I'm cleaning Niggas like a nanny
Your foundation sandy, blowing with the trees, I don't smoke no weed
No cup of brandy please, no soda, sober, do this shit with ease
Stay humble, living modest, Honest, mama had to save for college
Do it for the option aint no xanny got me popping Uh
Never tense, never hesitant, I'm Biggie papa
Hit yo block up like "who shot ya", boom boom boom, my shit a Rasta
Niggas talk but who gon pop up, Heavy hitters on my roster
Might C-Murder, when I grip This master P, I'm silk da shocka
Built my story from my struggle, write my verses when my belly hurt
Murder in my pen, I'm quick to semi-write my name in dirt
Killers in my system, catch a Victim, turnem to a shirt
Niggas playing goofy, argue bout who tried to shoot me first
Coffin talking at your funeral, Test my studio
Speakers knock you on your Booty yo, you never knew me Bro
Say it to my face its conversation and we growing
If there's rumors about a beef Then I stressed and I don't know him
Catch me rapping on your Phone while you was flexing on The gram
Like you be trappin over phones Like you were pressing out some grams
I'll be the first to say these Niggas on they movie shit I'm saying
Cuz you never actin up unless you do it for the cam
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Writer(s): Zion Jackson
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