Oh Shit
I'll be the king of my city before that can happen everything will change
Metaphors up in my brain stuck up I'm metro sittin' on the train
BOUNCE listen to words I pronounce
Whippin' I'm trippin' I need me an ounce
People I thought that were close to me talkin down on the ones closer I'm ready to pounce
Writin' a list opportunity is something you missed
Perfect memory I'm ready to twist
I got the magic magician you gone at the flick of my wrist
"Shit why am I pissed?"
I'm out the city any min
Want me to stay you must insist
But opportunity is somethin' you missed
My name's in the back of your mouth
I can never bother
Where's your Ps and Qs I question if I even really wanna
Ah shit
Keepin' it low with the clique
Need me I'm getting there quick
Ah shit
Niggas infecting me sick
Secret Joker with the tricks
Ah shit
I control the politics giving orders takin' pics
I'm in a movie I easily flick
Runnin' back over and over you buggin' me like you a tick
I'm sippin' on syrup I'm sippin' on lean
I pray everyday 'cause I'm tryna stay clean
I swear that the devil inside me I need me somebody to help me
I need me a queen
I don't need problems I got myself twenty
On top of the people I help this shit funny
I swear they don't know me they jealous of homies
'Cause we makin' numbers you catch shots to the brain
How many people they saying they got it?
But they hitting Arthur they jealous of profit
They ask about how we gon' start up a nation?
I say we gon' take all your fans, it's salvation
How many people you got? none
There's lights on the path that you run
The people remember
You say you don't ever lose now that I'm here you be done
I never go round and round
I really think about the paper and these niggas they doubt
But I don't really care for money I want people announcin'
'Cause at the top these people saying that "He did it for clout"
This time I got God on my neck
Ima make it till I fall and I'm clawin' at a check
How ya'll gon' save all the rest
Showin' peace signs Peace and it's all in a motherfuckin' wreck
Posted up, inside my plaster palacio
Play the beat, Wrote the whole thing on my casio
Drink it up, Sip on the drink like Fiji water
See the challenge, that shit is an easy slaughter
Oh shit
I control the politic
Oh shit
You call me Barack Obama
Oh shit
I been dodging all the drama
Oh shit
This hat so soft it's made from llama
Metaphors up in my brain stuck up I'm metro sittin' on the train
BOUNCE listen to words I pronounce
Whippin' I'm trippin' I need me an ounce
People I thought that were close to me talkin down on the ones closer I'm ready to pounce
Writin' a list opportunity is something you missed
Perfect memory I'm ready to twist
I got the magic magician you gone at the flick of my wrist
"Shit why am I pissed?"
I'm out the city any min
Want me to stay you must insist
But opportunity is somethin' you missed
My name's in the back of your mouth
I can never bother
Where's your Ps and Qs I question if I even really wanna
Ah shit
Keepin' it low with the clique
Need me I'm getting there quick
Ah shit
Niggas infecting me sick
Secret Joker with the tricks
Ah shit
I control the politics giving orders takin' pics
I'm in a movie I easily flick
Runnin' back over and over you buggin' me like you a tick
I'm sippin' on syrup I'm sippin' on lean
I pray everyday 'cause I'm tryna stay clean
I swear that the devil inside me I need me somebody to help me
I need me a queen
I don't need problems I got myself twenty
On top of the people I help this shit funny
I swear they don't know me they jealous of homies
'Cause we makin' numbers you catch shots to the brain
How many people they saying they got it?
But they hitting Arthur they jealous of profit
They ask about how we gon' start up a nation?
I say we gon' take all your fans, it's salvation
How many people you got? none
There's lights on the path that you run
The people remember
You say you don't ever lose now that I'm here you be done
I never go round and round
I really think about the paper and these niggas they doubt
But I don't really care for money I want people announcin'
'Cause at the top these people saying that "He did it for clout"
This time I got God on my neck
Ima make it till I fall and I'm clawin' at a check
How ya'll gon' save all the rest
Showin' peace signs Peace and it's all in a motherfuckin' wreck
Posted up, inside my plaster palacio
Play the beat, Wrote the whole thing on my casio
Drink it up, Sip on the drink like Fiji water
See the challenge, that shit is an easy slaughter
Oh shit
I control the politic
Oh shit
You call me Barack Obama
Oh shit
I been dodging all the drama
Oh shit
This hat so soft it's made from llama
Credits
Writer(s): Arturo Uku
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