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Money good so I'm concentrated
Got a different flow
Like I'm constipated
Never been a threat
So I'm underrated
You can count it twice
I need every penny
I been running like I'm on my way to Jenny
When I get to going
Like I'm on the Henny
Bag a body twice
And no I wouldn't pity
Call ya niggas up
You know I got it Schmidt-y
Okay let's go
No this ain't the god Esco
To fuck wit me you need red bull
To fuck wit me you need Gods tools
Permission from Mars
I'm killing them all
Petition to keep you involved
I gotta withdraw
These niggas will vlog
Entirely not in control
Lyrically top of the mold
With the punches you knowI will roll
You from a place I can't go
A place that real niggas don't grow
Okay let's go
No this ain't the god Esco
To fuck wit me you need red bull
To fuck wit me you need Gods tools
Deliberate defense
Been stuck on the fence
I know you see that I moved on
Never dropped ya name in a song
Even tho you know you did me wrong
Call my lil sister up and tell her that i love her just because I do
Call my other one just to hear her say she love me; yeah that's the truth
I been waiting too long just to do my thang up in the booth
Niggas say they rhyming too, but I ain't seen the proof
We ain't seen the move
Tell me what it do
If you just follow rules?
I don't think you get it
You can just admit it
I just fucking pivot
Made it cuz I'm gifted
Always slightly lifted
Mama please forgive me
I know what you really want
I got what these niggas don't
Talent mixed with this charm
I don't mean you no harm
I just came to make a song
Got a different flow
Like I'm constipated
Never been a threat
So I'm underrated
You can count it twice
I need every penny
I been running like I'm on my way to Jenny
When I get to going
Like I'm on the Henny
Bag a body twice
And no I wouldn't pity
Call ya niggas up
You know I got it Schmidt-y
Okay let's go
No this ain't the god Esco
To fuck wit me you need red bull
To fuck wit me you need Gods tools
Permission from Mars
I'm killing them all
Petition to keep you involved
I gotta withdraw
These niggas will vlog
Entirely not in control
Lyrically top of the mold
With the punches you knowI will roll
You from a place I can't go
A place that real niggas don't grow
Okay let's go
No this ain't the god Esco
To fuck wit me you need red bull
To fuck wit me you need Gods tools
Deliberate defense
Been stuck on the fence
I know you see that I moved on
Never dropped ya name in a song
Even tho you know you did me wrong
Call my lil sister up and tell her that i love her just because I do
Call my other one just to hear her say she love me; yeah that's the truth
I been waiting too long just to do my thang up in the booth
Niggas say they rhyming too, but I ain't seen the proof
We ain't seen the move
Tell me what it do
If you just follow rules?
I don't think you get it
You can just admit it
I just fucking pivot
Made it cuz I'm gifted
Always slightly lifted
Mama please forgive me
I know what you really want
I got what these niggas don't
Talent mixed with this charm
I don't mean you no harm
I just came to make a song
Credits
Writer(s): Jaguar Provo
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