Oh Shit (Freestyle)
Now I shall show you my Crane Style
(Got damn nigga, got got... Fuck)
Irrelevant as algebra to a banker
I needed every X to build the scraper
I'm tryna make a
Real Wakanda, by Rwanda
Bring the clan to the sand and then over yonder
I used to Christian Ponder, til I found out I was God
Now I'm walkin' out the dessert, eyes closed to the mirage
Damn I need a massage
All this baggage that I'm carrying
Still I land gracefully like Nancy Kerrigan
Oh shit they care again
I'm just tryna get my decimals like a librarian
Drip like an aquarium
All I see is signs that I should carry them
And whoever in the way, won't even bury them
(Yea yea yea yea yea yea)
And whoever in the way won't even...
All I see is signs that I should...
(All I see is signs)
Walkin' thru the sand, spliff in my hand
Lookin' at the prints when I land like damn, look where I came from
Nihga's start a way and then they change one day
They gon' really feel ashamed when I make those plays
And you lookin for your Xs n Os
Poppin' Xanny, tryna cop you a O
Don't bring yur shit to my dough
We gettin' plenty of it
And nah that ain't why the bitches love us
We just do better, you do it for the public. (Lame)
So of course they wanna change the subject
Be wise, stack your money and put family above it
Sometimes you gotta do what's best for you and say fuckk it
It's not in the budget
But I got some time if she suck it
95 on the cross island after I bus it
(Got damn nigga, got got... Fuck)
Irrelevant as algebra to a banker
I needed every X to build the scraper
I'm tryna make a
Real Wakanda, by Rwanda
Bring the clan to the sand and then over yonder
I used to Christian Ponder, til I found out I was God
Now I'm walkin' out the dessert, eyes closed to the mirage
Damn I need a massage
All this baggage that I'm carrying
Still I land gracefully like Nancy Kerrigan
Oh shit they care again
I'm just tryna get my decimals like a librarian
Drip like an aquarium
All I see is signs that I should carry them
And whoever in the way, won't even bury them
(Yea yea yea yea yea yea)
And whoever in the way won't even...
All I see is signs that I should...
(All I see is signs)
Walkin' thru the sand, spliff in my hand
Lookin' at the prints when I land like damn, look where I came from
Nihga's start a way and then they change one day
They gon' really feel ashamed when I make those plays
And you lookin for your Xs n Os
Poppin' Xanny, tryna cop you a O
Don't bring yur shit to my dough
We gettin' plenty of it
And nah that ain't why the bitches love us
We just do better, you do it for the public. (Lame)
So of course they wanna change the subject
Be wise, stack your money and put family above it
Sometimes you gotta do what's best for you and say fuckk it
It's not in the budget
But I got some time if she suck it
95 on the cross island after I bus it
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Writer(s): Jarret Finley
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