Aladdin

Feeling like aladdin I got high on flying carpet
Posting money on the gram that's how you make yo self a target
Fuck the race I'm a finish before these niggas get started
Yeah the ring ain't fit at geralds like I play for the cardinals
This ain't never been tik tok don't invite me no parties
Like a kid on Halloween I stayed cracking all the smarties
Like a bitch with the all friends niggas be with anybody
Like it's boyz n the hood tryna see a dead body
Like bishop man these niggas fiening for that juice
A pop they mans lie to the other having em thinking that it's true
Yeah she said I wasn't loyal I admit I had a couple boos
I had one that like to ghost ride something like a whip a do
They say real never change yeah I'm living proof
American sniper three miles away I a lay down to shoot
Day shift eating lamp chops probably seen me at truth
You know I really mean this shit how tf you buy a nuke
I'm the type to hit a home run let's play baseball
They say I hold grudges to tell the truth man it's they fault
I like my bitch with natural hair baby take that lace off
Who can drive a whip as fast as me fuck it have a race off
I done made a nigga head hit the ground knock his face off
She said I was her hero fucked around and took my cape off
Steppin on these niggas boy that shit a be a cake walk
Call his name then blow his brains we done gave that boy a face call
Like uncle elroy me and my suga have mr nasty time
Like back to the future tryna go head not go back in time
It's a thin line between love and hate you don't wanna cross that line
Like the odd one out the group niggas playing both sides
I a play the point and just assist like I was rajon
In school I just answered questions I ain't raise my hand high
Never going to the navy I ain't fisher I ain't antwone
Like we in the movie life you better tell em bout that gun line
Feeling like franklin man it's something bout that snowfall
You See me in public I'm antisocial I don't know y'all
I don't know about y'all I'm always when my bro call
Flashing petty money put that shit right in that piggy bank
Set it off I rob a bank and I get away
I'm doing one-fifty man ain't no way that they can see the plates
Out in New York I'm in the houses where Derek jeter stay
Take a trip to Oakland man fuck it tryna see the bay



Credits
Writer(s): Kobe Kirkpatrick
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