Rakim Allah
Lawn chair the way that boy fold up
Now he compact like the disc I stick him in a folder
Fake jewels fake grillz of aluminum foil
I got a lot in store mental memory's where I store it
Girls react like I hit the genetic lottery
Blunts we hit left us like italics. Leaning properly
Her legs split way past the angle of an isosceles
Territory marked the pink land my property
I'll smack my nemesis for a million and yards of land
For what it's worth think that muhfucker will understand
Play the keys and find my way in the house
Safe to say we in the house
Yea
2-20-2020 the vision is clear
Slice my bars down to the red meat. The lyrics rare
Cheat code unlimited life I ain't playing fair
I'm playing whatever the fuck is gonna get me there
They was there but wasn't here when Stares would glare
Now they in my atmosphere to get some central air
Try to out rhyme the God and that's a double dare
Erotic night I saw the twins that's a double pair
Ovation noises from the back slip off the underwear
Yea
The kinda drip that ain't no fashion statement
9 months later she gonna need the infant basics
Yea
Yea
Now he compact like the disc I stick him in a folder
Fake jewels fake grillz of aluminum foil
I got a lot in store mental memory's where I store it
Girls react like I hit the genetic lottery
Blunts we hit left us like italics. Leaning properly
Her legs split way past the angle of an isosceles
Territory marked the pink land my property
I'll smack my nemesis for a million and yards of land
For what it's worth think that muhfucker will understand
Play the keys and find my way in the house
Safe to say we in the house
Yea
2-20-2020 the vision is clear
Slice my bars down to the red meat. The lyrics rare
Cheat code unlimited life I ain't playing fair
I'm playing whatever the fuck is gonna get me there
They was there but wasn't here when Stares would glare
Now they in my atmosphere to get some central air
Try to out rhyme the God and that's a double dare
Erotic night I saw the twins that's a double pair
Ovation noises from the back slip off the underwear
Yea
The kinda drip that ain't no fashion statement
9 months later she gonna need the infant basics
Yea
Yea
Credits
Writer(s): Jarron Bratcher
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