Fiji Pt. 2

Spitting these syllables
Got these people all ridiculed
Hop in the vehicle keep the tooly its a principle
Fucking the class rat and then I'm fucking the principle
Got these hoes all mad cause I am the pinnacle
You couldn't change me even if I didn't have a pencil
Keep the ink on me like I'm hiding the stencil
Got 4-5 shots left for I'm thrown out the box
Or maybe I'm just starving put the bullet in the ox
Now we got fresh meat like we paid in them stocks
I ain't investing in shit retails gonna flop
Got all these damn kids convinced they stuck in a box
Just put the percys down that shits clouding ya thoughts
You stay drinking all that lean that's why yo math been wrong
When you stacking it up
You can't even count to 10 while you back in the truck
Now I'm laughing it's fucked
Cause the industry glorifying every god damn drug in the book
Like a god damn book worm handing out scripts
Got me acting out like I'm sympathetic I ain't shit
But I feel this shit

Like I feel my dick in that bitch
Lick on the clit
Got her running up scripts
She hiding her kids
Smoking the criz
I got her scattering
Battering looking for reasons to cause static again
And now I'm back bitch

Eating these rappers just like some edibles
You be smoking on dirt
Got you looking like a vegetable
Got no as in school just to prove that I'm professional
Everytime I hop on the mic these bitches be obsessional
You couldnt copy me if you even knew my flow
I don't give a fuck you know standing on my toes
Never sold the crack to stay afloat
I keep my money up cause my pops went and showed me the ropes



Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Bess
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