Figured Out

My Reputation proceeds me
It's back to the next disaster
Send me texts with yo titties if your bad gurr
Riptide; pull in any castaway
If your castles made of sand
Imma blow it away

That's a hook with some bait
For a crook with a cape
With a mask for his face
And task to enslave

Eat that last zonnie
Brain like a zombie
Game set and match homeboy
Get up off me

You fucking with the one that don't succumb to the fuckery
Eat sleep rap
When I'm done I'm still uttering
Underneath my breath
While I sleep so subtly
Suddenly it hits em where it hurts
And it's troubling

But we got more miles and lotsa money to make
It's like that y'all
Welcome to my golden estate
Esteem soaring like a drake
Blowing fire out roof
In the coup
Cuz i ain't got shit to do
What it do
Ay

I know
It's not that hard to lose control
I know
You got it all figured out

Ya right
Ya
Right

You fucking with the best
Bobby fisher with the follow up
Colder than a freezer full of borrowers
Free the thieves plus Barnabas
Holy barnacles my bars are a rush

And I'm fucking up these bands like
Ughhhh
I got your bitch on my hand like
Ughhh
Imma marathon man like
Whhhhaaaaa
Get the fuck up out my way ho
Sleep walk
I don't plan it I demand it
MF yo opinioooonns
Going hard wamme get it uuuuuupppp
Ooohhhhh

Rich taste
That's a billionaire coochie
I eat it up like sushi
On a roll like a doobie
If you mad bitch sue me

I don't give a fuck bout your crew b
Just a bunch of lames and a goofy
I only read the text if it's boobies
Always a rap like sex with a groupie

My people know who the next is
We going off from the Urb to the nexus
I's on me in the build throwing bills like weopons
We don't give a fuck about your methods
You should talk less and ask more questions
This whole game has been infested
I'm the exception
I confess it
Ya
Too real
Too MF blessed man

I know
It's not that hard to lose control
I know
You got it all figured out

Ya right
Ya
Fo sho



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Writer(s): Jonathan Paulson
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