Like Cesar
This for my people making government cheese
They play 5 seconds of my song it's like a hundred degrees like please
Like the trees I am now the hottest they ever seen
Addicted to the money and fueled by marijuana
I'm evergreens
Whoever reads this will feel the soul
I hold the game together Cheerio
I'm cereal bowl
And then I wrap up my material imperial rolls
They froze
Look
Now I don't mean to impose
How can I be a god if I'm a sinner at the same time
I always got a flow and they streamin it like a river
I ain't got no twitter
But I got trigger fingers
They sicker than a liver on a table next to a bottle of liquor
Like the VVS watch how I embody the glimmer
I got the bags tied to my neck I killed myself with groceries
The flyest Poet in the game
I'm goin overseas
While I'm overseas there won't be nobody that's over me
If I look up
I see bodies that's laced with rosary
Oh snap don't light that I might just overheat
Fuck it man I'll take a toke and smoke more than ill oversleep
I wake up and write rhymes like I'm in No hury
I feel bad for all my enemies man they lookin so worried
My shit slaps like the exhaust of a Hellcat
Peel yo head back and I might have to sell that
Went gold once motherfuckers they fell back
When I die fuck it I wanna come back and sell raps I said 1234
If you're in the book then they will not read it
Diamonds glowing you can look but you cannot see it
You can't beat
You cracked yo eggs but lost yo whisk
I'm 46
When I meet the beat I am torturous
I'm always lit like a torch or wick
I move fast Leave you body in morgue and dip
Like Norman did
I'm grilling on my Forman shit
They wanna play dough but they only formin shit
And now they struggle so they are pawning shit
From what I can tell they don't want problems with me
I said I'm fully organized my bread In
Columns I see
How dark it gets when I pull my trigger
Every song I drop makes me get bigger
I expand
I live large and I grow up
I slice ya limbs up thinly cause you are cold cuts
So what
Grow nuts
Maybe two pairs at that
Cant see ya kicks
Yo two pairs they matte black
You don't match
You mismatched
Outmatched
Out numbered
In this game you are an outcast
Mismatched
Outmatched
Out numbered in this game you are an outcast
You be running so fast but look
How fast
Not too fast cause I am
I am right here all yo bullshit is in my left and out my right ear
I'm a sightseer
Mic eater
Hype beater
King of the militia so I am like Cesar
They play 5 seconds of my song it's like a hundred degrees like please
Like the trees I am now the hottest they ever seen
Addicted to the money and fueled by marijuana
I'm evergreens
Whoever reads this will feel the soul
I hold the game together Cheerio
I'm cereal bowl
And then I wrap up my material imperial rolls
They froze
Look
Now I don't mean to impose
How can I be a god if I'm a sinner at the same time
I always got a flow and they streamin it like a river
I ain't got no twitter
But I got trigger fingers
They sicker than a liver on a table next to a bottle of liquor
Like the VVS watch how I embody the glimmer
I got the bags tied to my neck I killed myself with groceries
The flyest Poet in the game
I'm goin overseas
While I'm overseas there won't be nobody that's over me
If I look up
I see bodies that's laced with rosary
Oh snap don't light that I might just overheat
Fuck it man I'll take a toke and smoke more than ill oversleep
I wake up and write rhymes like I'm in No hury
I feel bad for all my enemies man they lookin so worried
My shit slaps like the exhaust of a Hellcat
Peel yo head back and I might have to sell that
Went gold once motherfuckers they fell back
When I die fuck it I wanna come back and sell raps I said 1234
If you're in the book then they will not read it
Diamonds glowing you can look but you cannot see it
You can't beat
You cracked yo eggs but lost yo whisk
I'm 46
When I meet the beat I am torturous
I'm always lit like a torch or wick
I move fast Leave you body in morgue and dip
Like Norman did
I'm grilling on my Forman shit
They wanna play dough but they only formin shit
And now they struggle so they are pawning shit
From what I can tell they don't want problems with me
I said I'm fully organized my bread In
Columns I see
How dark it gets when I pull my trigger
Every song I drop makes me get bigger
I expand
I live large and I grow up
I slice ya limbs up thinly cause you are cold cuts
So what
Grow nuts
Maybe two pairs at that
Cant see ya kicks
Yo two pairs they matte black
You don't match
You mismatched
Outmatched
Out numbered
In this game you are an outcast
Mismatched
Outmatched
Out numbered in this game you are an outcast
You be running so fast but look
How fast
Not too fast cause I am
I am right here all yo bullshit is in my left and out my right ear
I'm a sightseer
Mic eater
Hype beater
King of the militia so I am like Cesar
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Olsovi
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