Aw.Shit
Go get it
Go get it
Go get it young n****
The mathematician I'm playing with figures
My people they keep so holy
Turn water to wine
And Mary stay up in our system
I know that I'm gifted god gave me this present
I ain't wish for this eleven, eleven
Ain't no complaining I'm spreading my blessin'
And make these n***** stand for me like the reverend
Dedication what you see in power
If you try stop than I will devour
Any conversation
Any type of hatin'
Any negative energy in the making
Imma take it, absorb it like Goku I'm formin'
The spirit bomb just to put you in a coffin
Vegeta what you need to beat me is Majin
The margin between you and I is a comet
I go (Go)
Why a motherfucker wanna take my sauce
I been runnin' lap road runner my note
Lemme say again
RBG to the end
No you ain't my friend
No you ain't my folk
I been going off ever since I dose
Now she want ménage always calling my phone
No I can't pretend
Imma hit it 'til it bend
Baby keep giving in
Holding on that rope (Yeah Yeah)
Uh, like its Wrestlemania
Hate these n****s like I'm Hulk a mania
Macho man randy I'm packing stadium
Penmanship tougher than top titanium
Maybe I'm tripping
But I'm insane to ya
Schizophrenia, mind an alien
Get it
Go get it
Go get it Young n***a
Flex on these bitches with thought from cranium (bitch)
Awww shit (Foxsa)
Got damn! (Yuh)
Stop sleeping on us baby
Look at this
That shit fire
Damn! (Woo)
REAL BRINGS GLORY
Go get it
Go get it young n****
The mathematician I'm playing with figures
My people they keep so holy
Turn water to wine
And Mary stay up in our system
I know that I'm gifted god gave me this present
I ain't wish for this eleven, eleven
Ain't no complaining I'm spreading my blessin'
And make these n***** stand for me like the reverend
Dedication what you see in power
If you try stop than I will devour
Any conversation
Any type of hatin'
Any negative energy in the making
Imma take it, absorb it like Goku I'm formin'
The spirit bomb just to put you in a coffin
Vegeta what you need to beat me is Majin
The margin between you and I is a comet
I go (Go)
Why a motherfucker wanna take my sauce
I been runnin' lap road runner my note
Lemme say again
RBG to the end
No you ain't my friend
No you ain't my folk
I been going off ever since I dose
Now she want ménage always calling my phone
No I can't pretend
Imma hit it 'til it bend
Baby keep giving in
Holding on that rope (Yeah Yeah)
Uh, like its Wrestlemania
Hate these n****s like I'm Hulk a mania
Macho man randy I'm packing stadium
Penmanship tougher than top titanium
Maybe I'm tripping
But I'm insane to ya
Schizophrenia, mind an alien
Get it
Go get it
Go get it Young n***a
Flex on these bitches with thought from cranium (bitch)
Awww shit (Foxsa)
Got damn! (Yuh)
Stop sleeping on us baby
Look at this
That shit fire
Damn! (Woo)
REAL BRINGS GLORY
Credits
Writer(s): Diomede Awesso
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