Disclaimer (Fineprint)
Disclaimer (Fineprint)
Yea
Shit is mad funny (Uh huh)
Listen
No claiming
No claimer
Niggas sayin this and that
Bitches say that and this (here we go)
Disclaiming
I'm disclaimer
Niggas ain't talkin faxx (What)
People just speak to chat
What happen when you turn your back
Does it feel like a stab?
Some how I feel attacked
But in my face niggas fronted
Stay blunted. (word)
Got kicks like a punter
Get you hit up like a drummer... boy
No frontin... if they don't do it
Ima do it
I get to it
For those checking
I'm in the PJs like Eddie
No Suburban. like Sheff G
Test me. I'll kill ah
No spelling bee
Ain't tellin me nothin (U Dum)
Since I was young I was hustling
Put that shit in my diapey
See powder when you wipe me
Conspired before height and feet
My mom took the beating
My mind took the teaching
Conspired she... (yea)
Now she cry for freedom
Couldn't find the key dem
25 was grievance (Damn)
17 was eaten (eat that)
Dealt by cooking and teaching
Just to get that time by
She ain't even have WiFi
Freed up in '09
Graduated a year later
Count a hundred grand.straight paper(cash)
Said it's here if you need it
Sucked my teeth... said keep it
Make my own and retrieve it
Do it once then repeat it
Never followed always leaded
Years later I'm the leader
No ladder needed
I'm on a new level
I want a new bezel
New whip.bare new shit
Gotta count chips
So we all dip
In Hidden Valleys
And live in ranches
Designer standings
Mystique our standards
Complete with pamphlets
The shit we after
Yea
Shit is mad funny (Uh huh)
Listen
No claiming
No claimer
Niggas sayin this and that
Bitches say that and this (here we go)
Disclaiming
I'm disclaimer
Niggas ain't talkin faxx (What)
People just speak to chat
What happen when you turn your back
Does it feel like a stab?
Some how I feel attacked
But in my face niggas fronted
Stay blunted. (word)
Got kicks like a punter
Get you hit up like a drummer... boy
No frontin... if they don't do it
Ima do it
I get to it
For those checking
I'm in the PJs like Eddie
No Suburban. like Sheff G
Test me. I'll kill ah
No spelling bee
Ain't tellin me nothin (U Dum)
Since I was young I was hustling
Put that shit in my diapey
See powder when you wipe me
Conspired before height and feet
My mom took the beating
My mind took the teaching
Conspired she... (yea)
Now she cry for freedom
Couldn't find the key dem
25 was grievance (Damn)
17 was eaten (eat that)
Dealt by cooking and teaching
Just to get that time by
She ain't even have WiFi
Freed up in '09
Graduated a year later
Count a hundred grand.straight paper(cash)
Said it's here if you need it
Sucked my teeth... said keep it
Make my own and retrieve it
Do it once then repeat it
Never followed always leaded
Years later I'm the leader
No ladder needed
I'm on a new level
I want a new bezel
New whip.bare new shit
Gotta count chips
So we all dip
In Hidden Valleys
And live in ranches
Designer standings
Mystique our standards
Complete with pamphlets
The shit we after
Credits
Writer(s): Rowan Williams
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