The Mission (feat. Pedaroll Pablo)
Remember i aint have shit
Hot sauce sammich
Now i got sauce
They on sum goin out Mad shit
I just play da cards
They think i know a lil magic
How i meet my daddy
And find out i was a bastard
They say my heart impaired
It might be a little fractured
Actual
prolly wouldnt catch me sleeping
With my eyes closed
I know
Niggaz be kicking game
That they do not know
Why tho
Make a real nigga like me
Not wanna try doe
I know i can see it all
Even tho my eyes low
You high bro
Nigga say its smoke
Then where you hiding bro
Keep that same energy
Til we electric slide doe
Siely postropedic
Leave you sleepin on da sidewalk
Watch ya mouth doe
Got a couple hittas do da job fa me
But i be on my job doe
Fuck around with the fuck around
You fuck around and be john doe
Runnin roun wit da rondo
Or dat bish like rozanne doe
If i aint got i then my mans do
I would hate me if i didn't
Keep it real like people couldn't
Like we all the way at shove
For what we love
We out here pushing
Aint got no time for fake love
Everytime wake up
Imma run my cake up
Till its time to hit da dishes
Till its time to hit da kitchen
Aint tryna fail mission
All my niggaz in da system
Aint tryna end up wishin
My niggaz
Don't ask permission
My yung nigga gone blow dat piston
Got demons be rockin christians
Yung nigga dont end up missin
Hot sauce sammich
Now i got sauce
They on sum goin out Mad shit
I just play da cards
They think i know a lil magic
How i meet my daddy
And find out i was a bastard
They say my heart impaired
It might be a little fractured
Actual
prolly wouldnt catch me sleeping
With my eyes closed
I know
Niggaz be kicking game
That they do not know
Why tho
Make a real nigga like me
Not wanna try doe
I know i can see it all
Even tho my eyes low
You high bro
Nigga say its smoke
Then where you hiding bro
Keep that same energy
Til we electric slide doe
Siely postropedic
Leave you sleepin on da sidewalk
Watch ya mouth doe
Got a couple hittas do da job fa me
But i be on my job doe
Fuck around with the fuck around
You fuck around and be john doe
Runnin roun wit da rondo
Or dat bish like rozanne doe
If i aint got i then my mans do
I would hate me if i didn't
Keep it real like people couldn't
Like we all the way at shove
For what we love
We out here pushing
Aint got no time for fake love
Everytime wake up
Imma run my cake up
Till its time to hit da dishes
Till its time to hit da kitchen
Aint tryna fail mission
All my niggaz in da system
Aint tryna end up wishin
My niggaz
Don't ask permission
My yung nigga gone blow dat piston
Got demons be rockin christians
Yung nigga dont end up missin
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Goode
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