Dont Let the Cookie Crumble
Honestly right now
I be feeling way more than high
This aint no regular show
And my name not mortaguy
Im off the chronic im more than Fried
Kinda tired
But bars come off the mind
Like im yodas kind
May the force be with you
Pen in a holster
An authors pistol
The bullets kiss you
While you bleeding ink
As your body ripples
You artificial
Im really real
Like a writers scriptures
Or artist pictures
Five star restraunt
Cause my taste exquisite
A ghetto boy
That smell like ysl
Paint flos divinchi
I spit like tunchi
And I execute like im Freddy Krueger
Im in your dreams
Or you in visions
Martin luther
Kama sutra
In any position
Youll freeze medusa
I got the gold
Hold it too long and it turn to mold
The cash I fold
The back of my pocket is where It goes
Now you know
Your broke ass wants too fuck me With me after shows
There it goes
Dont worry about the noise
In the back
Thats either
My brother my mother
Or just your hoes
Ill tell your ass right now
Check your tone around me
You dont wanna get loud with me
Unless we talking by the pound
Put down the swisher sweet down Dawg
You know I got papers for weeks
Pearly twisted toast and I burn it
Reeking of reefer
I earn to deserve it
Splashing new waves right on top of The surface
Feel like a god
But hurt like a person
I am a human
Seen too many serpents
That get in my lane
But ride with no purpose
Keeping my friend circle
Tighter than virgins
Flo like a menace
I need me steve urkel
Stuffing my paper with grinded up Purple
But
I needa catch my breath
My shot got arc
And mark design just like an Architect
Argues the smoothest on the block
And got the hardest head
If no one arguing back
I won the argument
My raps my honest bet
Lyrically you cannot match with the Kid
I was baring out wearing diapers
Writing bars on my bib
I would puff on my pacifier
Like the tip really lit
Im hot as my fit
Im blowing big like both of my lips
Shit
I flip my name into a W
Unleash like M fours
You do not want me trouble you
If im the gripping the rock
Shoot a spiral until it fumble you
Deep in my darkest thoughts
They might humble you
Dont let the cookie crumble
I be feeling way more than high
This aint no regular show
And my name not mortaguy
Im off the chronic im more than Fried
Kinda tired
But bars come off the mind
Like im yodas kind
May the force be with you
Pen in a holster
An authors pistol
The bullets kiss you
While you bleeding ink
As your body ripples
You artificial
Im really real
Like a writers scriptures
Or artist pictures
Five star restraunt
Cause my taste exquisite
A ghetto boy
That smell like ysl
Paint flos divinchi
I spit like tunchi
And I execute like im Freddy Krueger
Im in your dreams
Or you in visions
Martin luther
Kama sutra
In any position
Youll freeze medusa
I got the gold
Hold it too long and it turn to mold
The cash I fold
The back of my pocket is where It goes
Now you know
Your broke ass wants too fuck me With me after shows
There it goes
Dont worry about the noise
In the back
Thats either
My brother my mother
Or just your hoes
Ill tell your ass right now
Check your tone around me
You dont wanna get loud with me
Unless we talking by the pound
Put down the swisher sweet down Dawg
You know I got papers for weeks
Pearly twisted toast and I burn it
Reeking of reefer
I earn to deserve it
Splashing new waves right on top of The surface
Feel like a god
But hurt like a person
I am a human
Seen too many serpents
That get in my lane
But ride with no purpose
Keeping my friend circle
Tighter than virgins
Flo like a menace
I need me steve urkel
Stuffing my paper with grinded up Purple
But
I needa catch my breath
My shot got arc
And mark design just like an Architect
Argues the smoothest on the block
And got the hardest head
If no one arguing back
I won the argument
My raps my honest bet
Lyrically you cannot match with the Kid
I was baring out wearing diapers
Writing bars on my bib
I would puff on my pacifier
Like the tip really lit
Im hot as my fit
Im blowing big like both of my lips
Shit
I flip my name into a W
Unleash like M fours
You do not want me trouble you
If im the gripping the rock
Shoot a spiral until it fumble you
Deep in my darkest thoughts
They might humble you
Dont let the cookie crumble
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Writer(s): Mark Moreno
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