The Oracle (Flight 7040077)
I ain't a rapper
I just pop my shit
Won't let it go too far bet I pop my shit
Smith and Wesson g lock is always on my hip
Forty wit fifteen dats what's in dat clip
I don't really need thirty bet these teens won't miss
Remember bussing the pack wit them things that gliss
VVS 1 stretch damn near broke his wrist
Really touching the paper like hand over fist
America's top chef how I filet dat fish
No luck with the hustle baby we don't wish
If he cut back door I hit em' with that fifth
Dropping two or three pressing full court with the blitz
Won't get pass the foul line dats the line of defense
Cross dat either way ain't no making amends
Mob ties dats a fact what the fuck is a friend
A foe dats who is
If he ain't who the fuck he say dat he is
I'm front row at da' wake consoling fam and his kids
Should've did what he did
Could've stuck to the script
Then his ass would've lived
Still getting to the money just so life can feel lived
Had to play with me dog always truth with no dare
Tried to incomplete me like a drum with no snare
Seen we wasn't even equal ain't no need to compare
You square
I stand on that
Who gives a fuck if it's fair oh yeah
Lot of nigguz they be talkin I don't be runnin' my yap
When I touchdown in they city they don't be runnin' it back
Phil Ford off the cliff motherfucker you trapped
It's big zilla
You screaming you realer
I'm knowing that's cap
Dunce
Black man
Not Jackie Chan
Ain't pullin' no stunts
Rak and Musa in the studio pullin on runts
Straight to the point and we ain't puttin up fronts
Neva fraud respect the God
Or you'll be pickin up fronts
Don't be the latter that you choose
Cause right now rak and Musa airlines is approaching our cruising altitude
And through this birds eye view of Heru
We see you rats from a mile away
Its a real nigga holiday
Ain't no competition put ya pride away
Just get to the bag nigga ándale
It's kazigang and we do this our way
Fist clinched to the sky yea the black power way
And we still keep it fly for ya
Just remember that african state of mind Is why we ride for ya
You see we keep it Garvey and gangsta
He told us love the skin that we in and for that we say thank ya
And all skin folk
Ain't kinfolk
Yea we know dat
You scheming on my team
And imma cock that four o back
Cause peaceful don't mean pussy my nigga
Most of y'all booty anyway
Boy pussy my nigga
I'm gone
I just pop my shit
Won't let it go too far bet I pop my shit
Smith and Wesson g lock is always on my hip
Forty wit fifteen dats what's in dat clip
I don't really need thirty bet these teens won't miss
Remember bussing the pack wit them things that gliss
VVS 1 stretch damn near broke his wrist
Really touching the paper like hand over fist
America's top chef how I filet dat fish
No luck with the hustle baby we don't wish
If he cut back door I hit em' with that fifth
Dropping two or three pressing full court with the blitz
Won't get pass the foul line dats the line of defense
Cross dat either way ain't no making amends
Mob ties dats a fact what the fuck is a friend
A foe dats who is
If he ain't who the fuck he say dat he is
I'm front row at da' wake consoling fam and his kids
Should've did what he did
Could've stuck to the script
Then his ass would've lived
Still getting to the money just so life can feel lived
Had to play with me dog always truth with no dare
Tried to incomplete me like a drum with no snare
Seen we wasn't even equal ain't no need to compare
You square
I stand on that
Who gives a fuck if it's fair oh yeah
Lot of nigguz they be talkin I don't be runnin' my yap
When I touchdown in they city they don't be runnin' it back
Phil Ford off the cliff motherfucker you trapped
It's big zilla
You screaming you realer
I'm knowing that's cap
Dunce
Black man
Not Jackie Chan
Ain't pullin' no stunts
Rak and Musa in the studio pullin on runts
Straight to the point and we ain't puttin up fronts
Neva fraud respect the God
Or you'll be pickin up fronts
Don't be the latter that you choose
Cause right now rak and Musa airlines is approaching our cruising altitude
And through this birds eye view of Heru
We see you rats from a mile away
Its a real nigga holiday
Ain't no competition put ya pride away
Just get to the bag nigga ándale
It's kazigang and we do this our way
Fist clinched to the sky yea the black power way
And we still keep it fly for ya
Just remember that african state of mind Is why we ride for ya
You see we keep it Garvey and gangsta
He told us love the skin that we in and for that we say thank ya
And all skin folk
Ain't kinfolk
Yea we know dat
You scheming on my team
And imma cock that four o back
Cause peaceful don't mean pussy my nigga
Most of y'all booty anyway
Boy pussy my nigga
I'm gone
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Writer(s): Daniel Parker Jr
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