Facts
Exotic Pack got my eyes low
I don't do pills cause no I'm not osmo-sis
By the way I talk they just know I'm oak cliff
Switched up locations but I'm not in Oakland
Pack touched down Marshawn Lynch
You can ride bench homie watch my speed
On go with my niggas like we running from police
But we running to that bag like they gave them out for free
Early bird gets the worm and rats die over cheese
Can't be an Og and you don't practice what ya preach
You don't practice what you preach you can't be around me
If you wanted accolades should've went to Beijing
All this work that I put in just to see my niggas eat
How I ride for my niggas like I'm Martin Luther King, Jr
Won't settle for tuna
Say they saw me down bad that was just a rumor
I could've stayed in hell but heaven was right around the corner
Now someone call the coroner
I'm killing this shit hit man with the orders
I ain't talking about a plate
Breaking every glass ceiling nigga you just braking vase
I blew every fucking mind that said I wasn't here to stay
I ain't worried about the comments need more commas in my statements
Big bands
Tell a scheming ho she got to kick cans
Heart came out the freezer like my momma's butter pecan
Ice Cream
Always felt like I did the right thing
But this ain't a film by Spike Lee
Ain't shit sweet but the ice tea
Biggest problem is I never cared if they liked me
Know some niggas that keep heat like hype beast
So if you trying there's a chance you'll be dying, motherfucker
I don't do pills cause no I'm not osmo-sis
By the way I talk they just know I'm oak cliff
Switched up locations but I'm not in Oakland
Pack touched down Marshawn Lynch
You can ride bench homie watch my speed
On go with my niggas like we running from police
But we running to that bag like they gave them out for free
Early bird gets the worm and rats die over cheese
Can't be an Og and you don't practice what ya preach
You don't practice what you preach you can't be around me
If you wanted accolades should've went to Beijing
All this work that I put in just to see my niggas eat
How I ride for my niggas like I'm Martin Luther King, Jr
Won't settle for tuna
Say they saw me down bad that was just a rumor
I could've stayed in hell but heaven was right around the corner
Now someone call the coroner
I'm killing this shit hit man with the orders
I ain't talking about a plate
Breaking every glass ceiling nigga you just braking vase
I blew every fucking mind that said I wasn't here to stay
I ain't worried about the comments need more commas in my statements
Big bands
Tell a scheming ho she got to kick cans
Heart came out the freezer like my momma's butter pecan
Ice Cream
Always felt like I did the right thing
But this ain't a film by Spike Lee
Ain't shit sweet but the ice tea
Biggest problem is I never cared if they liked me
Know some niggas that keep heat like hype beast
So if you trying there's a chance you'll be dying, motherfucker
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Writer(s): Benjamin Jalloh
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