767
Alright this the last one, alright
Fuck a Chiron Bugatti
Bitch we flyin' out the pen
I got 767 with a couple zeroes to spend
I'm on the road sayin'
Burn that cap and gown
Ain't no hand me downs
Got no fame or clout
How you gonna track me down
We really do this
Look at my J's
See, I'm The Blueprint
This is too amusing
Your man says this ain't shit
Told him stick to music
Bitch we really drillin' shit
Get you in your feelings shit
Twenty years go by
Now you bitches feeling it
That's bitch shit
Get yo spirit lifted
Talking bout Twenty-Five
And now I'm talking fifty
You talking fifty, Topher shoot him with the Mac
Ridin' on the opp boys, yeah he on attack
Tryna diss me
Get your whole body cheffed up
Leave you six feet
Ain't no more nights in the pen
They released me, risky
See a opp boy leave him fifty
Twelve trying to catch Topher but he too shifty
Left foot, right foot, step bitch I'm nifty
On my hustle like I'm Nipsey
Fuck a Chiron Bugatti
Bitch we flyin' out the pen
I got 767 with a couple zeroes to spend
I'm on the road sayin'
Burn that cap and gown
Ain't no hand me downs
Got no fame or clout
How you gonna track me down
When I'm pullin' up
I just let the fuckin' K speak
Took more than some fire
Just to make all of this thing heat
Warnin' all these rappers they should just pack up and make peace
Before I turn another bitch opp into a breakbeat
Pullin' up with ten guns
You know I got big drums
Bitches tryna fuck with me and imma play some redrum
Red running beggin' Topher please stop
It's like every day you making that ting pop
Treat an opp block like a fuckin' pit stop
Got an opp scared runnin' in they Reeboks
In the Chiron, cruising down Broad
Got it painted Jet Black, I say Yes Lawd
No but um, I don't really know how to end this album
Yo, listen there's still onions in my burger
Ayo, calm the fuck down, I'm in the trap G, what do you mean
Yo, I'm busy
Turn this wack shit off, and get my order right
Wack, ayo, ayo
Yo, turn this shit off, turn this shit off
Fuck a Chiron Bugatti
Bitch we flyin' out the pen
I got 767 with a couple zeroes to spend
I'm on the road sayin'
Burn that cap and gown
Ain't no hand me downs
Got no fame or clout
How you gonna track me down
We really do this
Look at my J's
See, I'm The Blueprint
This is too amusing
Your man says this ain't shit
Told him stick to music
Bitch we really drillin' shit
Get you in your feelings shit
Twenty years go by
Now you bitches feeling it
That's bitch shit
Get yo spirit lifted
Talking bout Twenty-Five
And now I'm talking fifty
You talking fifty, Topher shoot him with the Mac
Ridin' on the opp boys, yeah he on attack
Tryna diss me
Get your whole body cheffed up
Leave you six feet
Ain't no more nights in the pen
They released me, risky
See a opp boy leave him fifty
Twelve trying to catch Topher but he too shifty
Left foot, right foot, step bitch I'm nifty
On my hustle like I'm Nipsey
Fuck a Chiron Bugatti
Bitch we flyin' out the pen
I got 767 with a couple zeroes to spend
I'm on the road sayin'
Burn that cap and gown
Ain't no hand me downs
Got no fame or clout
How you gonna track me down
When I'm pullin' up
I just let the fuckin' K speak
Took more than some fire
Just to make all of this thing heat
Warnin' all these rappers they should just pack up and make peace
Before I turn another bitch opp into a breakbeat
Pullin' up with ten guns
You know I got big drums
Bitches tryna fuck with me and imma play some redrum
Red running beggin' Topher please stop
It's like every day you making that ting pop
Treat an opp block like a fuckin' pit stop
Got an opp scared runnin' in they Reeboks
In the Chiron, cruising down Broad
Got it painted Jet Black, I say Yes Lawd
No but um, I don't really know how to end this album
Yo, listen there's still onions in my burger
Ayo, calm the fuck down, I'm in the trap G, what do you mean
Yo, I'm busy
Turn this wack shit off, and get my order right
Wack, ayo, ayo
Yo, turn this shit off, turn this shit off
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Writer(s): Young Topher
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