KINGPIN

I'm just eating fast and I really hope I choke
Fuck bitches, smoke weed, that's not how to cope
Fuck all them niggas man, whatchu think you know
Got any complaints? Shut up! Leave a note bitch
Take this cock if you got a throat to itch
Delish open wide eyes, that's electric shock
Hit you with the poetry, let's try the glock bop, bop, bop, bop
Gotta lotta lyrics, gotta lotta spirit, all I hear is problems I don't wanna hear it
Clearly tryna keep it cheery yo
But they spilled the milk and bowl for my cheerios
Life is like some cereal
Clean up the mess and refill your bowl
Call me hero how I here we go
The odd obstacles blocking my goals
Yea they be rockin my boat
When I'm with my girl I can actually float
Face down in the dirt but I naturally grow
Fantastically flow despite the cracks in the road
I got what it takes yea it's under control

Got my teeth straight went to an orthodontist
Now I eat right with your bitch, metabolic
Listen to my sonics,two faced, that's a problem
You're not being honest, just pleasing my conscious
Pockets full of money going towards a
Better future
No imagination get ready I might shoot ya
Words are my bullets, never have to reload
You only smoking grams, I just finish by the kilo
I preach to her peach, take a hit, then I teach
Prophecies on the scene, chronically only see
Promethazine is a fiend when you leaving all your past
Or so I've heard I just smoke this shit fat
Fuck outta here with your zodiac shit.
Excluding yourself cuz you a gemini bitch
Look at the stars, I still shine brighter
My plug is afar, ay you got the lighter
Post up, smoking, nowadays I'm broken
Hoping God has spoken evaluate my notions
Always going frenzy, going to the top
Me and schwifty, I'm everything you're not



Credits
Writer(s): Akif Khaled
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