The Great Gatsby

Handful of bliss
Mansions in Kansas
Dance in a sense
Of awe
While I pan this

Stacks so advanced
Stamped by the chancellor
Off beat winner gone n roll me a fat leaf

I got more Gatsby than fitz
That's a fact
Hole in one bitch
That's a boatload of cash

I got a knack for the craft
Get back
Let it fly like a beetle if it's beef that you have

He's exact when exacting an act of rebuttals
You ain't really down for the scuffle
I make your bitch wan cuddle
She blow me and I bust up in her bubble

I'm always up to no trouble
Looking for a reason to not have a little chuckle
I keep real subtle
Making money it's incredible

MF you ain't credible
None of those beats are even edible
You ain't right
You illegible
It's always purpose over principal

Anything else is just pitiful
Quit it wit your bitching
Be a winner bro

We making money fucking centerfolds
Butter your muffin like a dinner roll

Put it to the side
Lemme ride
Lemme slide

Drip when I drop
And I flip when I fly
Disc with the jock
What a shock
I'm alive
Dissing the boss
Buried one plus 5

Feet deep in bullshit
I stump foes
MF run like Gump
When I pump loads
So de-evaluated
You don't know what I know
Even with a ad
You couldn't see what's in store

You ain't even got a boat to row
Imma leave his body leaking on the flow
I spit fire in a world so cold
You couldn't get control if you had a remote

MF



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Writer(s): Jonathan Paulson
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