Grease

I'm ripped as shit I told the homie I was on some acid
I pass the joint behind the back I'm thinking that I'm Magic
Some people ask me what's the point if it ain't lavish
Honestly you sounding tragic go head jump out in traffic
Man I really hope I never live that type of life
You know the ones where you tossing and turning through the night
Homie you asking me why you can't sleep at night
Go get a piece pipe motherfucker seek christ
Man I used to write my rapping shit and really felt nervous
Until it hit me that the rapping shit was my purpose
Okay you know just how we get it smoking the purple
But you know me LD done keep it nerdy like Urkel
Because I'm colder than a freezer kill you like Freeza
Dope diesel daddy dick bitch pussy pleaser
Master Roshi with the skills hoe you just got ethered
Don't take shots at the fam or I'll get even

All up on the weekend
Jump up in the deep end
Homie we can't be friends
Ain't no need to pretend
Never need a pretense
You know I been beasting
You can keep them secrets
You motherfuckers leechers
I need them G's them rings and things
Homie know shit come back around like a boomerang

Chopping down trees like it's Christmas call me Frosty
All I need's the pipe a hat a carrot cut the coughing
I'm That King Cole hit the vocal top chart it
Can't forget piano melody Meadow Soprano when I park it
I say that cause it takes me couple times 'fore I succeed
Bite the bullet blaze a trail and break a piston like Rasheed
Fuck a cunt named Donald Tump he the epitome of Greed
Feel my Wrath you fucking Sloth saturated Gluttony
Pridely Envying your daughter dude you Lusting for your seed
Charge you seven times boy no money back guarantee
Now Dizzle do the banking bro I hit you with them fees
Fi-fo-fum I'm climbing stock high up in the trees
TYL up in the cypher big mistake they shouldn't let me on
The dues must be paid authoritative get my levy on
Demand the rock I need my carries I think I'm Leveon
A massive failure in ya defense should've prepped I'm ready for the season

All up on the weekend
Jump up in the deep end
Homie we can't be friends
Ain't no need to pretend
Never need a pretense
You know I been beasting
You can keep them secrets
You motherfuckers leechers
I need them G's them rings and things
Homie know shit come back around like a boomerang



Credits
Writer(s): Lawrence D'onofrio
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