Opinion
Hooping a n**** with the brand new style
And I bring it right up when I bring it right down
Man I hop through your city and you know right now
Got the hottest in the lines it's a style now, wow
N**** I don't give no fucks
Keep your opinion to yourself
I don't got no time for this
I don't got no time for nothing
We just wanna be just who you be
You wanna fuck around with team
We got the gang
We got the game
Ooh, yuh
Peep the graphic, wear it backwards
My mind take pictures of alignments
Summer where I feel I had to
Give my life to omniscience
Metaphysics on the ready tongue
I begin to speak to everyone
I just wanna see your loaded guns
Guns N Roses bitch we having fun
Let me know what you just think of us
I don't give a fuck what you think of us
I came in this bitch a demon bruh
Came from the future like bigger trunks
I got a tree trunk just for a chopper
That's for a demon boom Chakalaka
Give them what they wanted every time
I'm a time zone super spy
On the other side
With the other guys
On the nitrified
Till you petrified
Left the wooden stick
Got the extra eye
Like you breaking dawn
Bitch it's pirate time
Woo!
How you feeling?
I could do this shit on the children
Wanna hear the ways that I rap to the children?
A B C, One, two, three
You are god and you are me
A B C, One, two, three
You are god and you are me
I am you, you are me
I am you, you are me
Guided translations through the minds of the dated
They don't understand the serrance of my cadence
Serum in my cadence give the sick an illness
Illness sick in the wilderness
And you have no clothes so it's cold as shit
On a lonely night
N**** snowed over and you know you got pneumonia breathing your last breath out the snow and shit
That's how I felt in CT
When I was on the medications they was beating me, G
Now I leveled up three P
N**** I got the rock like I'm Jordan on repeat G
What you wanna say MVP me
Got the crowd on Michael Jackson
What you tryna say I'm on that black scene
Black screen breaking out the cracks of your TV
Shit, n**** touch me if you could
Get a bitch smack with baby powder like I wish you would
And I bring it right up when I bring it right down
Man I hop through your city and you know right now
Got the hottest in the lines it's a style now, wow
N**** I don't give no fucks
Keep your opinion to yourself
I don't got no time for this
I don't got no time for nothing
We just wanna be just who you be
You wanna fuck around with team
We got the gang
We got the game
Ooh, yuh
Peep the graphic, wear it backwards
My mind take pictures of alignments
Summer where I feel I had to
Give my life to omniscience
Metaphysics on the ready tongue
I begin to speak to everyone
I just wanna see your loaded guns
Guns N Roses bitch we having fun
Let me know what you just think of us
I don't give a fuck what you think of us
I came in this bitch a demon bruh
Came from the future like bigger trunks
I got a tree trunk just for a chopper
That's for a demon boom Chakalaka
Give them what they wanted every time
I'm a time zone super spy
On the other side
With the other guys
On the nitrified
Till you petrified
Left the wooden stick
Got the extra eye
Like you breaking dawn
Bitch it's pirate time
Woo!
How you feeling?
I could do this shit on the children
Wanna hear the ways that I rap to the children?
A B C, One, two, three
You are god and you are me
A B C, One, two, three
You are god and you are me
I am you, you are me
I am you, you are me
Guided translations through the minds of the dated
They don't understand the serrance of my cadence
Serum in my cadence give the sick an illness
Illness sick in the wilderness
And you have no clothes so it's cold as shit
On a lonely night
N**** snowed over and you know you got pneumonia breathing your last breath out the snow and shit
That's how I felt in CT
When I was on the medications they was beating me, G
Now I leveled up three P
N**** I got the rock like I'm Jordan on repeat G
What you wanna say MVP me
Got the crowd on Michael Jackson
What you tryna say I'm on that black scene
Black screen breaking out the cracks of your TV
Shit, n**** touch me if you could
Get a bitch smack with baby powder like I wish you would
Credits
Writer(s): Moises Espinal
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