Chinese Rocket

Wait on me
I shed light on this
Ain't no ice on wrist
Designer drip
Watch out Bruce Lee
Jet Li how I kick
This knowledge shit
Master Roshi
Shells and plus that stick
I polished it
Ask my homie
Drive across that bridge

I pass that bitch off to my brodie
I can't smoke on ya lil shit
I'm too blunt if you don't know me
Act like you don't know me then
Nope, I ain't even frontin
Don't act like you my dawg
Just another face in another place
Gone 'head bitch
Keep it goin
Leave me 'lone
Cheesecake, I'm so Copeland, baby
But I don't own you baby
You a hoe now?
But I ain't a pimp
No, I can't own you, baby
Steal the show
Wow, this came in demand
And I'll demonstrate it
Put them poles down
Niggas swear that this Magic Mike
Bitch, they crazy
I'm on, go wild
RIP City for life
I'll rip your stages
Tear the show down
Screaming "fuck them up"
Them bitches playing
Bitch I'm grown now
Like number one
Throwback McGrady
I'm a rocket
Yoa Ming
Just take off
Shots from the nine thing
Wake up or fade away
Before they do you like MUA
And beat your face
Hold up
Ok now
Fly up
Just fly away
Am I made to fly away?
Like the lil birdies in the cage

Wait on me
I shed light on this
Ain't no ice on wrist
Designer drip
Watch out Bruce Lee (yeah)
Jet Lee how I kick
This knowledge shit
Master Roshi
Shells and plus that stick
I polished it
Ask my homie
Drive across that bridge

Totally, I realign
A line is just a dose
The cure is so sublime
I kill a parasite and keep it in my sights
Always taking away (way)
Give me back what's mine
Give me peace of mind
I don't know your kind
This is just a phase
A gaze into the light (yeah)
I'm a laser beam
I'm the poltergeist
I posses the dream
Taking over right?
Yeah, it's only right
Racing through the times
Or racing through your options
Ima be refined
You can pay the fee
You can pay the fine
Fucking on a fee
And she know she fine
Yeah, I know it's me
Yeah, I know it's mine
Ima master me
And Ima master mine
Ima master me
And Ima master mind
I told her master me
Cause I'm a master mine

Wait on me
I shed light on this
Ain't no ice on wrist
Designer drip
Watch out Bruce Lee
Jet Li how I kick
This knowledge shit
Master Roshi
Shells and plus that stick
I polished it
Ask my homie
Drive across that bridge
I pass that shit off to my brodie
I can't stop for you lil bitch
I'm way too blunt if you don't know me
I can't smoke on your lil shit
I can't smoke on your lil shit
I can't smoke on your lil shit
No, I can't smoke on your lil shit
I'm a Chinese Rocket (5th)



Credits
Writer(s): Quentin Burkhalter
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