Procrastination

I thought it'd be easy but I am not cheating
This is the real thing, I write em' like Jerzy
Jerzy with Bubby but he is not chubby
My nose is still runny but I got the money
Shoulda woulda coulda put a little diddy
Make a little pretty, but I gotta little kiddy
With a bitty nitty gritty, cruisin' in the city
Onomatopoeia really wanna guarantee ya
Dia cause I wanna see ya but I fear I'm gonna break a deal
Never gonna heal, but it feels surreal
To hear the spiel, do you feel
Bubby Bubby was so tall
Bubby Bubby loves to ball
Bubby Bubby gets the dolls
Oh my god, he gets them all

Jerzy made the beat boutta rap so fast that you can't see, call that shit blindly
See that shit behind me
Ima boutta climb to the top of the mountain peaks
So far up shits frightening
Look at how far we've come, I took the best of myself, now I can afford pocket gum
Gettin so high the damn rockets done
Outta money yeah we're talkin none
Broke boy tons of weed no snacks
Gotta double up a couple styrofoam cups stacks
Goin to the tip top, with a little drip drop
finna be cross crossed, lip locked
Big talk wig walk
Gotta big cock
And my dicks shot
Feet cold that's a wig wam (what)
Shit made no sense but it's funny and I know you finna laugh, lines sweet like honey
Featured on the J track, hadda get some pay back
How many hits we gotta make to get a maybach
Where should my focus go, I can write lyrical magic, or a hocus pocus flow
Talkin real shit, ain't talkin bogus no
Sippin on lean, through the motions yo
I am a king and I'm looking for queen and shit
We got Minaj over cardi tho

Tap that, slap back
Sit back, ten racks
Wolf pack, click clack
Flapjack, nut sack
Backpack, haystack
Nick nack, ice pack
Smoke stack, wisecrack
Pitch black, bobcat
Cool math, tom cat
Fruit bat, format
Wombat, chit chat
Bath bab, hi hat
Fall flat, nonflat
Straight half, snapback
Combat, packrat
Hard hat, suck that

I would do anything to get a bitch back
I would rap another battle 'gainst another mismatch
J took all the rhymes, I don't think he'll give back
And he doesn't even care, no fucks can't give crap (crap)
I'm almost done
I'm almost outta the words that make music sound fun
The flowin' is goin' and growin' I'm causin commotion
And no one can take me so run (woosh)