CELTICS

It should be a shame to be this rich
Don't test your luck you not Irish
I flex my pain to get like this
I keep that pipe just like Celtics

It should be a shame to be this rich
Don't test your luck you not Irish
I flex my pain to get like this
I keep that pipe just like Celtics

I'm flexing my pain, I'm brushing it off
I'm painting a song, I made in the rain
When snakes get involved, yeah I'll get them gone
I'll have it arranged, it never takes long
They ran and I jogged, I win either way, I'm getting away

You can't catch me

I ain't rapping baby, I'm just ranting,
This ain't a squad really its a stampede
Fucked her once now she want the front seat
She in love only known her 1 week
With the crew I ain't talking motley
Know you bad baby don't remind me
Test your luck if you feeling lucky
And I need that brain baby I'm a zombie
And I been up all week, making songs I don't feel like talking
Smoking headband I got from Boston
Its the big 3 and I ain't talking Paul P
Labels scouting like it signing day
I got my ass up and walked away
You fighting Irish like Notre Dame
Keep it player gotta know the game
God demeanor, still fighting demons
Yeah and I use all my might
You fake as hell, ringing heavens bells
Yeah you a prototype,
I'm Larry Bird, Mr. 33rd yeah you a dodo right?
My hands was tied and I still survived, I told them hold it tight

It should be a shame to be this rich
Don't test your luck you not Irish
I flexed my pain to get like this
I keep that pipe just like Celtics

It should be a shame to be this rich
Don't test your luck you not Irish
I flexed my pain to get like this
I keep that pipe just like Celtics

Red headed bitch, out of this world like starfire
Still cant let her read me, she dig it but do not decipher
I was in the grass, I could tell that you was a viper
Moving too fast I could tell you wasn't a good girl
Took one look at you Niggas its no solidarity
Away with the opps, off top, its giving me clarity
Shovel in hand when you thought that the hate would just bury me,
Its crazy how keeping it real at an all time scarcity
I watch the fake fall Cause they finicky
My brother my twin like mimicking
Can't see my face, I conceal my identity
We just put a syringe in history
I think my new bitch already sick of me
Cause half of my life is a mystery
I cannot turn a new leaf like nicotine
I'm so high I could touch infinity

It should be a shame to be this rich
Don't test your luck you not Irish
I flexed my pain to get like this
I keep that pipe just like Celtics

It should be a shame to be this rich
Don't test your luck you not Irish
I flexed my pain to get like this
I keep that pipe just like Celtics

If the rain come, Givenchy, my rain coat
You can find me at the end of the rainbow
Pot of gold talking about a big bank roll
That's a lot of money on the table



Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Davis, Dorion Chapman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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