Hopscotch
Stones on the rise
Mind on top notch
We droppin rocks like hopscotch
Stones on the rise
Mind on top notch
We droppin rocks like hopscotch
Fuck ya rocks getcha spirtual drip up
Lady luck been tryna fuck cuz she know that im finna tip her
She sitttin on me like a duck
And as a plus the plug is comin with her
I want pockets stockin paper profits like the fuckin scriptures
Halo sittin at an angle
Cuz I'm both light and dark
No harp, cuz shark ain't no angel
Ain't nobody gon save you when the blade engage you
It may leave you mangled or straight up disabled
I'm unstable droppin ops off on the top of operatin table
But enough of that
Imma huddle a hunnid into couple racks
Then I'll flip that stack
Like fat slabs on Big Macs
I don't trap
I state facts
In fact stay at my pad and see how long yo triflin ass can last
I hear these dumb dumbs and it's so sad
But imma keep it movin like a young nomad
Stones on the rise
Mind on top notch
We droppin rocks like hopscotch
Stones on the rise
Mind on top notch
We droppin rocks like hopscotch
Stones on the rise
Mind on top notch
We droppin rocks like hopscotch
Stones on the rise
Mind on top notch
We droppin rocks like hopscotch
They say diamonds are forever have all your endeavors lookin grown man
You can hold the whole bag jus drop a cold stack
So you can grope ass
Have them bunnies eating carrots right outta your own hand
Puttin that ho swag behind me like throwbacks
Cuz a diamond never made a king's throne stand,
Branded as fair trade but you shoulda saved
Since it'll lose half it's value once you out the door man
Yeah yo fit on icy but ya wallet on poor man
How you gonna be a superstar with no shine, coups and cars
How bizarre
That the only thing bright on your side is artificial limelight
Y'all ain't rhyme that nice
Every time you write
It don't sound right
Actin tough but when the fight gets live
You slide out then you push for clout
Jus cuz you was there that night
Y'all ain't men you straight mice
You type to roll the dice
Anytime you come to Anaheim
Fuck you and that fake shine
We's about the grind over here
Nigga
Mind on top notch
We droppin rocks like hopscotch
Stones on the rise
Mind on top notch
We droppin rocks like hopscotch
Fuck ya rocks getcha spirtual drip up
Lady luck been tryna fuck cuz she know that im finna tip her
She sitttin on me like a duck
And as a plus the plug is comin with her
I want pockets stockin paper profits like the fuckin scriptures
Halo sittin at an angle
Cuz I'm both light and dark
No harp, cuz shark ain't no angel
Ain't nobody gon save you when the blade engage you
It may leave you mangled or straight up disabled
I'm unstable droppin ops off on the top of operatin table
But enough of that
Imma huddle a hunnid into couple racks
Then I'll flip that stack
Like fat slabs on Big Macs
I don't trap
I state facts
In fact stay at my pad and see how long yo triflin ass can last
I hear these dumb dumbs and it's so sad
But imma keep it movin like a young nomad
Stones on the rise
Mind on top notch
We droppin rocks like hopscotch
Stones on the rise
Mind on top notch
We droppin rocks like hopscotch
Stones on the rise
Mind on top notch
We droppin rocks like hopscotch
Stones on the rise
Mind on top notch
We droppin rocks like hopscotch
They say diamonds are forever have all your endeavors lookin grown man
You can hold the whole bag jus drop a cold stack
So you can grope ass
Have them bunnies eating carrots right outta your own hand
Puttin that ho swag behind me like throwbacks
Cuz a diamond never made a king's throne stand,
Branded as fair trade but you shoulda saved
Since it'll lose half it's value once you out the door man
Yeah yo fit on icy but ya wallet on poor man
How you gonna be a superstar with no shine, coups and cars
How bizarre
That the only thing bright on your side is artificial limelight
Y'all ain't rhyme that nice
Every time you write
It don't sound right
Actin tough but when the fight gets live
You slide out then you push for clout
Jus cuz you was there that night
Y'all ain't men you straight mice
You type to roll the dice
Anytime you come to Anaheim
Fuck you and that fake shine
We's about the grind over here
Nigga
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Writer(s): Mosamoa Tuiteleleapaga
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