WASSUP?

Yeah wassup the money us
The smoke it's stuck
Stay on your side don't come
Don't need no fucking friends
Don't need hoes I got enough
Ain't deep bet I still slide
Came with my fist and gun
And they so popping
Clips like a soap opera
In general you'll need a hospital so don't try us
Temper short patience thin got no ledge nigga
Never gone near it I live on the edge nigga
Drank like dye cup yellow threw some red in it
I got scripts like pharmacist and all the meds hitting
Cut it like a doctor I'm precise with my incisions
Wake up fuck a baddie post nut clarity decisions
No distractions I can't want for nothing I ain't getting
Method to my madness cancel it if it ain't pretty
My women pretty money beautiful you niggas petty
Wouldn't rock no copper jewels but you would die for pennies
Harder way my path got my stats up I'm still building
Took some l's lessons make you smarter I ain't tripping
Went against and resistance made me resilient
Left the knives in my back now I can fly the distance
Ain't rocket science lack of resources created brilliance
Put what I had together made something that gave me interest
Same method to my life applied it and it made me different
This advantage far from average you'll see when I'm finished



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Writer(s): Stephen Dale
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