LambChop
Yeah
This ain't easy cuz
I got homies that's dying
Shit
I don't need the love
I've been fire
Since Michael Jackson and Pepsi cups
Rather loyalty
Royalty how they treat your cuz
Still I'm front line
I can see how they speak with us
You ain't vibing in my section hit the bleachers cuz
Day n night
I was Cudi tryna just dream this up
Manifest my vision
So turn Your speakers up
If I ever lost position
Just know I'm creeping up
Gotta rejects my omens
God told me sit down
He said that
One of the greatest
This was your gift now he meant that
Any time my money low
I gets down
I gets that
Gets down
I gets that
Blast off with this mask off
So y'all niggas know it's my turn
I been working all on my craft
Dawg
Since Katt williams had a perm
Fishburn dropped seed
And then he dropped out and got burned
Really y'all don't learn
Really it's my turn
Bitch it's slater season
Bitch I came up eating
Bitch I hated cleaning
Now I clean up neimans
This that new nigga balling who just teamed up with Phoenix
Aye wait
New nigga ballin who gon fill out arenas
Aye wait
I can tell a
Lil bitch lying
Talking whatever
Please do better
Late night
Breaking down whatever
Boy you jealous
Over zealous
Compensating
For lack of own endeavors
Please do better
Machiavelli is who I am 4ever
All you niggas
All you bitches
Y'all ain't my competition
Pistol grippin
Calisthenics
From how they handle business
Bullets barking
Yeah they sparking
That's how they teach them lesson
Adolescents
I told my mama look
You done with stressing
Right
It came down to rapping
Right
We was flipn pupusas
But now we flipping napkins
Right
At the fogo de chao
We tell them bring that back in
Right
Aye
Mis vatos catrachos
O you ain't know we Spanish
Right
Aye
Nunca no tengo miedo
I never panic
Right
These shot are panoramic
Right
I Paint a room
Guarantee I'm the last artist standing
Right
Bitch we so demanding
Right
We don't want no lil beef
We want the whole damn sandwich
R.I.P
I'm the realest you feel it
The book of Guinness my pen is
Stuffed in her jaw like a dentist
My mama taught me repentance
Hope you niggas start winning
Cuz I'm a wolf in the kitchen
My intuition a giving
Start the engine
It's revine
Can break the bank off the
Winning
I told her we sinning
I told her we spinning
I told her that's it
Wait
R.I.P to Lamb Chop
This ain't easy cuz
I got homies that's dying
Shit
I don't need the love
I've been fire
Since Michael Jackson and Pepsi cups
Rather loyalty
Royalty how they treat your cuz
Still I'm front line
I can see how they speak with us
You ain't vibing in my section hit the bleachers cuz
Day n night
I was Cudi tryna just dream this up
Manifest my vision
So turn Your speakers up
If I ever lost position
Just know I'm creeping up
Gotta rejects my omens
God told me sit down
He said that
One of the greatest
This was your gift now he meant that
Any time my money low
I gets down
I gets that
Gets down
I gets that
Blast off with this mask off
So y'all niggas know it's my turn
I been working all on my craft
Dawg
Since Katt williams had a perm
Fishburn dropped seed
And then he dropped out and got burned
Really y'all don't learn
Really it's my turn
Bitch it's slater season
Bitch I came up eating
Bitch I hated cleaning
Now I clean up neimans
This that new nigga balling who just teamed up with Phoenix
Aye wait
New nigga ballin who gon fill out arenas
Aye wait
I can tell a
Lil bitch lying
Talking whatever
Please do better
Late night
Breaking down whatever
Boy you jealous
Over zealous
Compensating
For lack of own endeavors
Please do better
Machiavelli is who I am 4ever
All you niggas
All you bitches
Y'all ain't my competition
Pistol grippin
Calisthenics
From how they handle business
Bullets barking
Yeah they sparking
That's how they teach them lesson
Adolescents
I told my mama look
You done with stressing
Right
It came down to rapping
Right
We was flipn pupusas
But now we flipping napkins
Right
At the fogo de chao
We tell them bring that back in
Right
Aye
Mis vatos catrachos
O you ain't know we Spanish
Right
Aye
Nunca no tengo miedo
I never panic
Right
These shot are panoramic
Right
I Paint a room
Guarantee I'm the last artist standing
Right
Bitch we so demanding
Right
We don't want no lil beef
We want the whole damn sandwich
R.I.P
I'm the realest you feel it
The book of Guinness my pen is
Stuffed in her jaw like a dentist
My mama taught me repentance
Hope you niggas start winning
Cuz I'm a wolf in the kitchen
My intuition a giving
Start the engine
It's revine
Can break the bank off the
Winning
I told her we sinning
I told her we spinning
I told her that's it
Wait
R.I.P to Lamb Chop
Credits
Writer(s): Emanuel Velasquez
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