The Plot

The plot thickens
I'm hot, Dickens
I rock different
I'm not sippin
The top tippin
I'll rock with ya
Hard liquor
And rock mixin
The top sicker
I Spit quicker than God
I got my own, wigga

Meaning that I'm on my own wave
Took the genie in the bottle
From the gold cave
Now they seein
I'm aboutta be a whole crave
Little boy, from the middle
Came a long way
Spittin riddles to ascension
Was the whole play
Now he livin with no tension
Man, his life great
Now he boutta meet his wife
This the Wife Play
Find a girlie while I'm young
Make our own way

In this world, through the galaxies Andy stars
Whippin round in up in some spaceships
But we call them fancy cars
Man I'll hit you with the rhythm
Spittin wisdom through my bars
Man I'll live my life so lavish
All through spittin silly bars
Whippin round in fancy cars
Because we are livin large
Took the bull straight by the horns
And showed it who's in charge
Government psychology
It need to be recharged
I'll Pave the path for everybody
Everybody smart

This America, man
Imma use my first Amendment
Got a bear in my hands
Imma show y'all that I'm smart
The way I tear in the rants
Got 1000 likes today
And im Not wearin no pants
I smoke the rarest of plants
They got me on a different strain
They Said I'm schizophrenic
I'm just of a different plane
I'll show y'all my existence
I'm the only one that's sane
Cuz we livin in a matrix
But I fucking beat the game



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Hoge
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