Meet the Simba
Ballin like the playoffs
Get the money takeoff
Niggas never be on shit
Niggas on a lay off
I was full of love
But it didn't take the hate off
Niggas round the wrong niggas
End up in a spray off
Illest wit the water gun
They was only kids
Now he coppin all the guns
Nigga what a switch
He saw other Niggas growin
But he late to bloom
And he don't really got a image
Gotta shake the room
You a god
Then you don't need religion
Wasn't act wit no faith
It was a clean decision
Too much loses tryna be a winner
Feelin hunger I ain't need a dinner
Now I'm buildin
Now I need the timber
I could run into a hook up
Ion need a tinder
Pacific deep
Need a fighter ion need a swimmer Roll a fatty, ion need it thinner
Need the fatty and I need the simba
Shit get real
When you meet December
When all ya goals
Is at the same distance
And they trippin
Tryna change quicker
You and broke
Is in the same sentence
Everyday you tryna find the fixer
And it got you bitter
Stayin on the grams
Stayin off the twitters
Now you prayin for the summer
Prayin for a Rollie
Prayin for a prayer
Prayin for a shawty
You ain't prayin for ya fam
Prayin for ya homies
You gon pray until the casket
Wit no grind just quote me
Ain't holding tongues
If you play me close
You talkin funny I can't take a joke She movin funny
Couldn't take the stroke
Her mouth good
Couldn't save the throat
He a dog but couldn't take the goat
And that shit is in my name
Put it on a chain
If I'm tryna find the chicken
Put it in my brain uh
Did it in the snow did it in the rain Did it while I'm gucci
Did it thru the pain
When you talkin better say it proper
Pay respect or you gon pay ya doctor
Got creative and it made me prosper
He broke a vow
Then propose the chopper
He broke the law
Then he told the coppers
When you see me shout
Better let it flocka
Niggas better keep house
Cuz I could fold a boxer
Thicker skin I could hold a lobster
Double lives yeah I know imposters
Slower than Tyler movies
When I blow the Tasha
Better hustle I could sell the massa
Another classic when I hit the Stu
Top spitta thinkin if it's true
Top stealer thinkin if it's you
Top sinners thinkin if it's through
But the evil livin longer
I live a different truth
Had a goal but it's gettin farther
When it's cold shit be hittin harder
No more talkin
I be getting martyred
Ballin like I'm Styboy
But It's gettin darker
Send his shot Ibaka
Shit be slow
But never seen me lackin
And never seen me stackin
Spittin dope so I need it patented
Love December
No more being stagnant
Get the money takeoff
Niggas never be on shit
Niggas on a lay off
I was full of love
But it didn't take the hate off
Niggas round the wrong niggas
End up in a spray off
Illest wit the water gun
They was only kids
Now he coppin all the guns
Nigga what a switch
He saw other Niggas growin
But he late to bloom
And he don't really got a image
Gotta shake the room
You a god
Then you don't need religion
Wasn't act wit no faith
It was a clean decision
Too much loses tryna be a winner
Feelin hunger I ain't need a dinner
Now I'm buildin
Now I need the timber
I could run into a hook up
Ion need a tinder
Pacific deep
Need a fighter ion need a swimmer Roll a fatty, ion need it thinner
Need the fatty and I need the simba
Shit get real
When you meet December
When all ya goals
Is at the same distance
And they trippin
Tryna change quicker
You and broke
Is in the same sentence
Everyday you tryna find the fixer
And it got you bitter
Stayin on the grams
Stayin off the twitters
Now you prayin for the summer
Prayin for a Rollie
Prayin for a prayer
Prayin for a shawty
You ain't prayin for ya fam
Prayin for ya homies
You gon pray until the casket
Wit no grind just quote me
Ain't holding tongues
If you play me close
You talkin funny I can't take a joke She movin funny
Couldn't take the stroke
Her mouth good
Couldn't save the throat
He a dog but couldn't take the goat
And that shit is in my name
Put it on a chain
If I'm tryna find the chicken
Put it in my brain uh
Did it in the snow did it in the rain Did it while I'm gucci
Did it thru the pain
When you talkin better say it proper
Pay respect or you gon pay ya doctor
Got creative and it made me prosper
He broke a vow
Then propose the chopper
He broke the law
Then he told the coppers
When you see me shout
Better let it flocka
Niggas better keep house
Cuz I could fold a boxer
Thicker skin I could hold a lobster
Double lives yeah I know imposters
Slower than Tyler movies
When I blow the Tasha
Better hustle I could sell the massa
Another classic when I hit the Stu
Top spitta thinkin if it's true
Top stealer thinkin if it's you
Top sinners thinkin if it's through
But the evil livin longer
I live a different truth
Had a goal but it's gettin farther
When it's cold shit be hittin harder
No more talkin
I be getting martyred
Ballin like I'm Styboy
But It's gettin darker
Send his shot Ibaka
Shit be slow
But never seen me lackin
And never seen me stackin
Spittin dope so I need it patented
Love December
No more being stagnant
Credits
Writer(s): Malik Billy
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