Not the Ordinary
Spitting while i fly I'm flu in the sky make a move everyday y'all sitting paralyzed like thighs to the couch
On my grind and about money in the pocket my business and Bank Account
On the drive and they love it when i Push imma shove it these bitches open their legs degrees 80 passed 100
Speeding up under-cover wonder how another brother
Keeps his work in his prime way past a Lil sucker
Talking lil Uzi
Talking lil Yachty
Came in this game then Cole came and Bodied
You ain't good you ain't nice you're a nobody
Flipping through the flux flow clean as a Tux
Flowing slugs through the tongue my chamber never get stuck
Still making tape for the fuck feel the love no luck
All me
My skill
Keeping shit up
Fuck you
Fake real
Pipe ya bitch up
Whoah
Sittin on my flow
Drowning in my O-cean clean you up crashing waves rip tides in ya hoes
Fuck a fake pussy you a pocket in my clothes you ain't bros when you out here all for my dough
Whoah
Out for that loaf imma get that bread swear it
Out for a bitch imma get that pussy wear it
Heated up on a mic im shredding bars tear it launching up high as fuck never family with the parrots
I'm barbaric if you got a fishy pussy imma bring it to the news and i'll make sure that everybody hears it
I'm a gorgeous mother fucker got a devil for the spirit
I'm the top dog Kendrick better fucking hear it
Imma kill the best progress and make 'em rest
Go out cop a vest or suit a plate up on your chest
I'm pressing out weight back a day I swung that freight
Cutting tapped lines off like I'm trying to cut a cake
Its Pri$E
Yeah
Not the ordinary
I'm putting blood in this work to y'all it's kind of scary
Skipping nights of the living to rap I'm coming killing I'll pop wherever say a mirror I'm bloody Mary
There's no breath i cant suffocate heavyweight can't terminate thug i cant exterminate
Going hard every day I eat whats on my plate
It's easy mac cooking B's cheffin' up a mix-tape
Sprint this town with all my might
I'm hotter than a heater and I'm still cold as ice
Holding all this shit down imma fight
Got all of them haters and they still know I'm nice
Itching for my tracks rails loaded up with lice
Keep my life blessed vision flying like a kite
Praying everyday for this shit to go right i'll get hit with a left and we'll still be alright
Yeah
On my grind and about money in the pocket my business and Bank Account
On the drive and they love it when i Push imma shove it these bitches open their legs degrees 80 passed 100
Speeding up under-cover wonder how another brother
Keeps his work in his prime way past a Lil sucker
Talking lil Uzi
Talking lil Yachty
Came in this game then Cole came and Bodied
You ain't good you ain't nice you're a nobody
Flipping through the flux flow clean as a Tux
Flowing slugs through the tongue my chamber never get stuck
Still making tape for the fuck feel the love no luck
All me
My skill
Keeping shit up
Fuck you
Fake real
Pipe ya bitch up
Whoah
Sittin on my flow
Drowning in my O-cean clean you up crashing waves rip tides in ya hoes
Fuck a fake pussy you a pocket in my clothes you ain't bros when you out here all for my dough
Whoah
Out for that loaf imma get that bread swear it
Out for a bitch imma get that pussy wear it
Heated up on a mic im shredding bars tear it launching up high as fuck never family with the parrots
I'm barbaric if you got a fishy pussy imma bring it to the news and i'll make sure that everybody hears it
I'm a gorgeous mother fucker got a devil for the spirit
I'm the top dog Kendrick better fucking hear it
Imma kill the best progress and make 'em rest
Go out cop a vest or suit a plate up on your chest
I'm pressing out weight back a day I swung that freight
Cutting tapped lines off like I'm trying to cut a cake
Its Pri$E
Yeah
Not the ordinary
I'm putting blood in this work to y'all it's kind of scary
Skipping nights of the living to rap I'm coming killing I'll pop wherever say a mirror I'm bloody Mary
There's no breath i cant suffocate heavyweight can't terminate thug i cant exterminate
Going hard every day I eat whats on my plate
It's easy mac cooking B's cheffin' up a mix-tape
Sprint this town with all my might
I'm hotter than a heater and I'm still cold as ice
Holding all this shit down imma fight
Got all of them haters and they still know I'm nice
Itching for my tracks rails loaded up with lice
Keep my life blessed vision flying like a kite
Praying everyday for this shit to go right i'll get hit with a left and we'll still be alright
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): B Pri$e
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