Lemon Pepper

(Yeaaa)
(Hu)
(Haaa)
I'm through waiting
Pressed play and I ain't gone press stop
(Ha)
(Yea)
Watch this

Miles
Ahead of my time
Got these guys mad at me, cus I'm better with rhymes
Put yo pride to the side, for you get caught in this tide
Have your baby momma crying, cus you walking the sky
I'll mask up fast, really walk in disguise
Go and slide like hammer time, then have a talk with the guys
Like what's-his-name, ordered beef, so I brought heem fries
He ain't know we call it Drake, cus it sing lullaby, byes

(Ha)

A do heem bad for the goods
Rest In Peace my nigga Bagz, was stabbing Jags through the hood
Niggas saying he got bagged, cus he was acting like he's Suge
Now the word round the map, he's just a package in a wood

(Fuck)

But I can not stop now
Gotta keep it lit for my potna, and pop out
Drop a couple Money Bagz for him in my mouth
To let the world see him, even though he's not, round

I swear to God, jumped out that box, boy I've been living well
Staring at the clock, I had this vision since that prison cell
Racing to the top, I ain't gone until my engine fail
Even if I flop, this Lemon Pepper they gone mention still
Thinking about that day I get a deal, that shit just gives me chills
Shout out Rozay, he out the trenches, sitting with 50 mil
Focused on my chicken, cuz these bitches getting niggas killed
Tryna live right, cuz all my life know I've been living ill

(For real)

Just tryna make it up out the struggle
Invested in myself, I finally found a way to bubble
Even though I'll probably stumble, pray to God I never fumble
Cuz I know ima do it big, long as I stay up out of trouble
Niggas hating, got me feeling like King James, up out the huddle
Running plays around your Gang, that's why you stay up under rubble
Niggas know I got my name, from that flame up in that muzzle
That blood on the pave, I could've bathed up in them puddles, boy

(Yeaa)
(Stop playing with me)



Credits
Writer(s): Donya Conner
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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