Off Spring

We finally got it my niqqaz always demolish
Demonic cause I'm a artist the art is part of the heart
And it started from bumping Compton
And now they playing our shit often
Made it out the fucken coffin
Presidential status don't mention the petty average
Niqqaz ain't advancing they plotting just for the cabbage
Always knew we'd have it, rhymes similar to mathematics
I'm subtracting all the has-beens
No reminder rounded of to get a fraction
Most the time that's the half they manage
It happens that I'm attracting the masses on different axis on the atlas
Only rapper rapping thout' ad-libs
Niqqa we were made from OG fabric that's a classic
Never intertwining with the actors this the perfect timing, different chapter
Niqqa I'm honest as a pastor, but women I am known to be a bastard
At least I got her cumming triple faster that's a factor they still chasing after

And we just do it like this, sippin' on Patron ain't got time for a lil' niqqa diss

Fairly underrated don't mind it I ain't complaining
It puts me in a state of mind where I can't be complacent
Or basic, replacing all your favourites without a lane switch
Staying in my graces don't refer me to the famous
She told me she alien only riding in a spaceship
Told her "I ain't with it can't be pimping for no anus
Need a bitch with some submission can't be asking for no favours
I'm a baller so I gotta fucken playa

I Said am not a rapper am a lyric Tycoon
Push a million streams wrote that shit in my room
Prospers perspective of a pen master
Penetrating pop culture like Puff Daddy

I talk classy, You rhyme tacky, Respect me
Slap a nigger now if he test me, disrespect me can't neglect me

Plus you smell like hate
Every where I go I swear it smells like haze

Big poppa, don dada, new movie, same ending Peter Parker
Blah
Popular ecstatic so you better give me gap
Getting so much money couldn't hide in my sock

A slave to my concentration, having flavourful conversations with
Beautiful combinations
Preaching to congregations
Living my occupation
I ain't Lieing I made it
Screaming mama we made it

We keeping dropping classics back to back to back to back
Heard your new shit like dam cap to cap to cap to cap to
Am sipping Bombay on a Tuesday
Naked women serve me flanby and some collae if am thirsty

Steering at your favourite rapper he's a fluke
Couldn't buy face even with an iron duck

Like honestly these niggers ain't
Hard as me they wanna be's

Am well renowned, my Arrival to the thrown was unannounced
You heard it here first
Here's some inspiration when you write your next verse
I stay in my bag while your chasing your purse
Poked a couple egos But hope it don't hurt