Don't It
Ball like the NBA, I need a chick with a MBA
She hood like she Manna's
But she got manners like Chick Fil a
We kicked it, I took it down, she into MMA
Posting pictures on her snap, I gave her an NDA
No spreading my business, I need a plate with the fixings
I'm on a mission
I tell the elders the truth of their wisdom
They say I need some religion
I am the gospel
Notice some look at you hostile
All of that shit is a costume
Act how they thinkin they got to
Egos colossal, might have to kill an apostle
People preaching power to absolute nigga
I was mixing Henny with Absolut nigga
Cutting like I'm Quincy until the roof nigga
Talkin like they Bishop until the oops nigga
This sound like motherfuckin God don't it
Mixing liquors get my mind goin
This shit sound like i'm on my grind don't it
And only niggas on they job know it
This sound like motherfuckin God don't it
Lyrical general and this is my Zod Flow, yeah
I'm rolling another blunt, I'm keeping up high hopes, yeah
I'm giving divine answers, cheating off God's notes, yeah
I'm spreading the braille around cause they got their eyes closed
Can't see
Nah they lacking the vision, Infinity war at the ending
Finished them all in a minute
Fittna be bored in a minute
Bring in the credits
I ain't gonna tell you I told you, just make sure you know that I said it
Rap is an essence, emcees got taken for granted
No wonder hip hop feel neglected
Madness lacking the method
Sex with out an erection
Mistakes lacking correction
Ain't safe, you lacking protection
Bar fight, you lacking a weapon
Hip-Hop's second coming in actuality
Beginning and end, praise ya majesty
This sound like motherfuckin God don't it
Mixing liquors get my mind goin
This shit sound like i'm on my grind don't it
And only niggas on they job know it
This sound like motherfuckin God don't it
Out and about for the week
I ain't been gettin no sleep
All of that talking is cheap
Broke niggas makin a peep
Why y'all be moving like sheep
Why y'all be living thru tweets
Why y'all be lying thru teeth
Why y'all be smokin on weed
Say something simple then swear that its deep
How you just fail and repeat
How everybody don't eat that's with your clique
Yea, yea, don't make any sense
Why you be all in the mix
How you be there for the shits oh you not with the shits?
Buk called and told me we riding
Answer like it fuck it I'm driving
Spaceship, I pilot
Juice told me please go and work on ya patie-
Man, texting like fuck it I'm trying
People be dying
Yea the world is so cold, stay in this bitch with a sweater
Yea yea
I'm tryna live like a king, I need to get a Coretta
Yea yea
I been too stuck in my ways, I'm tryna change for the better
Yea yea
Get to that fork in the road and hear my whenever, whoever
I been workin all day, all night, tryna get it
Bags under my eye, dirt on my fitted
I been workin all day, all night, tryna get it
Tryna squeeze the Simply out the lemon
Like who are you listening to
What are you listening for
There ain't no points on the board
How you gon settle the score, you never stepped on the floor
Everyone swear they gon blow, why don't you put out a song
Your new shit sound really familiar
I think we heard it before
Nah damn sounding like everyone else's
All of you niggas got guns, all of it drugs
Millions in diamonds and pesos
Your homie got killed
You had to run out the telly yelling Chi Chi get the yayo
Chat wit the plug in Vallejo
Power ain't moving afraid tho
Niggas ain't Fredo they Fredo
What they gon say tho
I ain't tryna argue
It's really whatever you say tho
She hood like she Manna's
But she got manners like Chick Fil a
We kicked it, I took it down, she into MMA
Posting pictures on her snap, I gave her an NDA
No spreading my business, I need a plate with the fixings
I'm on a mission
I tell the elders the truth of their wisdom
They say I need some religion
I am the gospel
Notice some look at you hostile
All of that shit is a costume
Act how they thinkin they got to
Egos colossal, might have to kill an apostle
People preaching power to absolute nigga
I was mixing Henny with Absolut nigga
Cutting like I'm Quincy until the roof nigga
Talkin like they Bishop until the oops nigga
This sound like motherfuckin God don't it
Mixing liquors get my mind goin
This shit sound like i'm on my grind don't it
And only niggas on they job know it
This sound like motherfuckin God don't it
Lyrical general and this is my Zod Flow, yeah
I'm rolling another blunt, I'm keeping up high hopes, yeah
I'm giving divine answers, cheating off God's notes, yeah
I'm spreading the braille around cause they got their eyes closed
Can't see
Nah they lacking the vision, Infinity war at the ending
Finished them all in a minute
Fittna be bored in a minute
Bring in the credits
I ain't gonna tell you I told you, just make sure you know that I said it
Rap is an essence, emcees got taken for granted
No wonder hip hop feel neglected
Madness lacking the method
Sex with out an erection
Mistakes lacking correction
Ain't safe, you lacking protection
Bar fight, you lacking a weapon
Hip-Hop's second coming in actuality
Beginning and end, praise ya majesty
This sound like motherfuckin God don't it
Mixing liquors get my mind goin
This shit sound like i'm on my grind don't it
And only niggas on they job know it
This sound like motherfuckin God don't it
Out and about for the week
I ain't been gettin no sleep
All of that talking is cheap
Broke niggas makin a peep
Why y'all be moving like sheep
Why y'all be living thru tweets
Why y'all be lying thru teeth
Why y'all be smokin on weed
Say something simple then swear that its deep
How you just fail and repeat
How everybody don't eat that's with your clique
Yea, yea, don't make any sense
Why you be all in the mix
How you be there for the shits oh you not with the shits?
Buk called and told me we riding
Answer like it fuck it I'm driving
Spaceship, I pilot
Juice told me please go and work on ya patie-
Man, texting like fuck it I'm trying
People be dying
Yea the world is so cold, stay in this bitch with a sweater
Yea yea
I'm tryna live like a king, I need to get a Coretta
Yea yea
I been too stuck in my ways, I'm tryna change for the better
Yea yea
Get to that fork in the road and hear my whenever, whoever
I been workin all day, all night, tryna get it
Bags under my eye, dirt on my fitted
I been workin all day, all night, tryna get it
Tryna squeeze the Simply out the lemon
Like who are you listening to
What are you listening for
There ain't no points on the board
How you gon settle the score, you never stepped on the floor
Everyone swear they gon blow, why don't you put out a song
Your new shit sound really familiar
I think we heard it before
Nah damn sounding like everyone else's
All of you niggas got guns, all of it drugs
Millions in diamonds and pesos
Your homie got killed
You had to run out the telly yelling Chi Chi get the yayo
Chat wit the plug in Vallejo
Power ain't moving afraid tho
Niggas ain't Fredo they Fredo
What they gon say tho
I ain't tryna argue
It's really whatever you say tho
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Writer(s): Anthony Campbell
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