Bible

I feel like life is a test
Till you get yo' street degree
They'll Put them arms to ya' chest
My bro goin' go to war bout' me
That Bitch gone suck me cause' Im blessed
I don't sip no chest congest, Im off that gas at best
I walk in this hoe wit' a Book, My pockets is shaped like a Bible
I walk in this hoe wit' a Book, My pockets is shaped like a Bible
I walk in this hoe wit' a Book, I'm spreadin' this shit like a Mufukin' Bible
I walk in this hoe wit' a Book, My pockets is shaped like a Bible

Check out my fashion, turbin on me like I rock wit' aladdin
Fucking the baddest, bitch in the hood while I'm playin' this madden
I got a passion, I'm on the exotic Im chiefin' I'm gassin
Roll up a leaf yeah Im chiefin a fatty
callin' me daddy but I'm not ha' daddy
Know that Im havin, know that they know that I know that I'm havin'
Landed in cali
She wanna' fuck cause my pockets on salad
Came along way, remember rockin' bali
Nigga snuck in and took it from the palace
I gotta pop at ya' top like a mallet
Come in this bitch to deep like a rally
Long day let me pray for this shit
Fuck what they goin' say bitch I'm made for this shit
Been rockin dolce like she famous and shit
Got this fame then got rich
From this pain bitch I'm sick
Switchin' lane in a six
Fuck it Im on shit aye
Catching angles in shit
Now wrist on pissy

Neck potty trained
I just took a shit
I got hoes across the coast I cross em' off my list
Do a show don't show no post just only checks and neck
Love my mommy
Roll a mummy
That on money
Drop a bag, don't even brag, for you It's nothing
Young nigga kickin' shit like kung-fu
Say you hittin' stains that's not true
Yeah, I thank God for my life
Don't do it for the live
I'm on the court
Poppin' this shit like a cork
Oink
These niggas work for the pork
No silver spoon or fork
Left these niggas at the port, fuck that shit Im north
I got tunnel vision, I can't pour no four



Credits
Writer(s): Iman White
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