4,080
Stay patient don't just sign it
Let a lawyer look it over
They say Satan's in the fine print
Don't get caught with your pants down
You signed away your life
Cause you were practicing ya hand style
You wanted more, I said yo, our spot is fine
They drew a queue in the sand in the form of dotted line
And then you Handcocked it
They went and hustled ya I guess I can't knock it
I keep it Poppington, Dusko
Wore a big coat when I went shoppin for Rustos
You gotta walk slow so they don't click clack
I racked six you can get me back with a six pack
Before Yeezus was rocking pink clothes
I slide a 5th of Easus Jesus down my Jincos
I know stealing is as sin, I bought a house in Haites
But I'd never steal from my friends, you went 4,080
Gee willikers
He exhales the smoke out his throat then he spill a verse
Write my thoughts over the paper
Rather trust what I've been taught cause I'm not naughty by nature
Be rock heavy blades on the block cause crime pays
Splash ya Chevy Chase on some cockney rhyme slang
Before you cock the tool again
Don't be afraid to use ya hands like a soccer hooligan
It's like nobody play fair no more
You wanna start a war but grew up playing Paramore
You and ya friend small look like a couple of prem-es
Call me chef Clark, I cook knuckle paninis
I give no fucks that shit is customary
If you pull a gun then I'll be ya fucking huckleberry
The super star, Living Proof since the Group Home
Just give me Dap and say I'm the truth on my tombstone
Let a lawyer look it over
They say Satan's in the fine print
Don't get caught with your pants down
You signed away your life
Cause you were practicing ya hand style
You wanted more, I said yo, our spot is fine
They drew a queue in the sand in the form of dotted line
And then you Handcocked it
They went and hustled ya I guess I can't knock it
I keep it Poppington, Dusko
Wore a big coat when I went shoppin for Rustos
You gotta walk slow so they don't click clack
I racked six you can get me back with a six pack
Before Yeezus was rocking pink clothes
I slide a 5th of Easus Jesus down my Jincos
I know stealing is as sin, I bought a house in Haites
But I'd never steal from my friends, you went 4,080
Gee willikers
He exhales the smoke out his throat then he spill a verse
Write my thoughts over the paper
Rather trust what I've been taught cause I'm not naughty by nature
Be rock heavy blades on the block cause crime pays
Splash ya Chevy Chase on some cockney rhyme slang
Before you cock the tool again
Don't be afraid to use ya hands like a soccer hooligan
It's like nobody play fair no more
You wanna start a war but grew up playing Paramore
You and ya friend small look like a couple of prem-es
Call me chef Clark, I cook knuckle paninis
I give no fucks that shit is customary
If you pull a gun then I'll be ya fucking huckleberry
The super star, Living Proof since the Group Home
Just give me Dap and say I'm the truth on my tombstone
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Writer(s): Josh Desprez
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