S'IL VOUS PLAÎT

Yeah

Been up for some time
So much shit on my mind
Took a walk out and I find a crown
Just graduated so I wear it with my gown
Check my sound got this shit from the ground
My niggas is hounds
We could get to flexing who the best around
But I'd lead with a ratio 99:1
Life's a test and I got all the answers
Don't be dancers around the question
What would you do if you was walking the street
With nothing to eat and you feinding for change
Ain't shit change but time on the clock and days on the calendar
That's why niggas sell rerock or pickpocket for nickels and dimes
They don't do this shit for nothing
So I'm gon' stay on my grind
Stick to the hustle and if I can motivate the people
It's a honor
Shit I don't want no drama
Take it up with ya mama
I'm the author of all my records
So give me my credit
All that talking shit you could just dead it
Staying anonymous like it was Reddit
My outer shell I had to shed it
Get ya head wetted bitch
I don't do this shit for nothing
If I could let me say something (say it)
I'm the king of the streets
Don't you see the signs
Since you got me
You better top me
Don't try to stop me
Imma take my time
When the stakes at they highest
I don't do this shit for nothing
Yeah

Summers here and the city's hot
Step outside and I cool it off
I'll slide into a truck and take the roof right off
Then I smoke my boof
I'm telling the truth
My closet the booth so I'm always in my home
I claimed the streets
I dare you to take it
Off that nigga with a snare
Pop em in pairs
Then start taking what's theirs
Climb up some stairs then fly out to Paris yeah
Now niggas in Paris
Excuse my French but how you say?
S'il vous plaît suce ma bite



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Writer(s): Nellis Callaham
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