Alzetta

Everything was cool
Until they brought the bottles in
And I wouldn't say that they drooled
But, They started a parlement
'Soon as we stepped in the room
It got doomed for all of you Men
They enlarged the zoom
And, suggested that we start modeling
Taking a step back on You
'Cause I know I got to moderate
Already steps back from Me
'Cause you know I got a modern rate
Wigga that ship ain't for seas
It cannot hold too much body weight
Niggas got shipped in between
And it's suppose to make us hardly ache?
Yeah
Of course I'm very angry
That's the gangrene in my flesh
Let the verbs, not the herb
Hit you comme une flèche
Yeah
I'm first, you're 20th
Like the Hebrew letter "Resh"
You got so many more 7's
That are coming at your necks
Come, and match le mec
I'm cool as Mickael's pets
Two stools, is what I'll rest on
If I have to, then I have to
Boy, the bet's on
Comment tu veux qu'j'help
Si t'es bête, son?
Now ditch me with the questions witch
It's a Hoche run

Better hush some...

And, this is the last time
You make us run...

'Cause
I feel like I'm Me
Like "Tha Carter 3"
I just hit a Peat
You just hit repeat
I can see the peak
Like I see your beak
Grab a stylo BIC
Hack a piece of heat
Rap's the niece of neat
If you meetup needs
Don't you beat ups read?
Shhtop at B Dubs please
Take 'em out of T'
That means, out of Town
That means, not around
Didn't I say it on the "Voilà", sound?
Et ba voilà clown
You're on Shaka's ground
Like, a lava lounge
Two years from now
You'll see me step out of an "Avalanche"
Cold like avalanches
Hot in circumstances
Only want supporters
I don't need the Stanses
Wassup with your manses?
All in my finances...
In The States like Kansas
On my bae like pampers
Yeah
Out of State like France is
In the Bay like campers
Modern Jazz
Dancing on you fucks like Alzetta
And, if this Life's a Biche?
Biche, I don't regret her



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Writer(s): Shaka Brown
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